Carolyn found the journal when her mom was cleaning the attic. It was big and made of leather, with strange Egyptian-looking symbols printed along the spine. Her mom told her it had been Grandma’s and that, since Carolyn was a gifted artist like her, she could keep it.
She set to filling the pages immediately, drawing people, animals, and the imaginary places that filled her dreams.
When the family’s golden retriever disappeared the following week, Carolyn wasn’t sad. When Tom, a cute boy from school, vanished the week after, she was unconcerned.
They were safe. Safe forever in her special book.