Brooke searched every hospital, only to discover that his name was missing from every patient list.
Then a mysterious caller revealed that Isaiah was alive—and warned her never to look for him.
Isaiah Disappears After a Greyhound Bus Accident, and Brooke Receives a Terrifying Phone Call
A Promise That Would Change Everything
The last thing Brooke heard from Isaiah was a promise that he would be home before dinner.
Hours later, she stood inside a crowded hospital, searching for his name among the injured passengers from a terrible Greyhound bus accident.
But when she finally received a phone call telling her Isaiah was alive, the voice on the other end delivered a warning that turned her relief into pure terror.
“Isaiah is alive, but you must not try to find him.”
Brooke stared at her phone, unable to understand what she had just heard.
That morning, Isaiah had called her from a Greyhound bus station, sounding excited about returning to Atlanta. He had been away for several days visiting family, and Brooke had been counting down the hours until she could see him again.
ISAIAH: “I should be home around six. Don’t make dinner without me.”
BROOKE: “You know I won’t. I’m making your favorite.”
ISAIAH: “Then I better not be late.”
BROOKE: “You better not. I’ve missed you too much already.”
Isaiah laughed softly.
ISAIAH: “I’ll see you soon, Brooke.”
Neither of them knew those would be the last ordinary words they would share.
The Terrifying News of the Accident
A few hours later, Brooke was standing in her kitchen when her phone rang. She expected Isaiah to tell her the bus was running behind schedule.
Instead, a woman introduced herself as an employee of the Greyhound company and explained that a bus traveling toward Atlanta had been involved in a serious accident.
Brooke’s heart immediately began pounding.
BROOKE: “Was Isaiah Greyhound on that bus?”
There was a pause.
WOMAN: “We’re still confirming the identities of all the passengers. Emergency services have transported several people to nearby hospitals.”
BROOKE: “Please, just tell me if he’s okay. His name is Isaiah Greyhound. He’s my boyfriend. He was traveling to Atlanta.”
WOMAN: “I’m sorry, ma’am. We don’t have that information yet.”
Brooke grabbed her keys and rushed out of the house.
The drive to the hospital felt endless. Every red light seemed to last forever, and every passing ambulance made her stomach tighten.
When she finally reached the emergency department, she hurried inside and approached the reception desk.
BROOKE: “I’m looking for Isaiah Greyhound. He was on the bus that crashed. Please tell me he’s here.”
The receptionist searched through the patient information.
Her expression slowly changed.
RECEPTIONIST: “I’m sorry. I don’t see anyone by that name.”
Brooke shook her head.
BROOKE: “Maybe they haven’t registered him yet. Please check again.”
The receptionist searched once more before looking up.
RECEPTIONIST: “His name isn’t on our list.”
Brooke felt as if the floor had disappeared beneath her.
BROOKE: “Then where is he? The accident happened on the highway. They said people were brought here.”
RECEPTIONIST: “Some patients may have been taken to other hospitals. You should contact the authorities handling the accident.”
A Name Missing From Every Hospital
Brooke stepped away from the desk, struggling to breathe normally.
She called Isaiah again.
His phone went straight to voicemail.
She tried once more.
Nothing.
For the next hour, Brooke called every hospital she could find. Each time, she gave Isaiah’s name, described what he was wearing, and asked whether anyone matching his description had been brought in.
Every answer was the same.
No record of Isaiah.
Finally, Brooke sat down in the waiting room and covered her face with her hands.
BROOKE: “Please, Isaiah. Just let me know you’re okay.”
A woman sitting nearby gently touched her shoulder.
WOMAN: “Have you heard anything?”
Brooke shook her head.
BROOKE: “He was supposed to come home today. I don’t understand why nobody knows where he is.”
Before the woman could respond, Brooke’s phone began ringing.
An unfamiliar number appeared on the screen.
She answered immediately.
BROOKE: “Hello? Is this about Isaiah?”
A man’s voice came through, quiet and strangely controlled.
UNKNOWN CALLER: “Isaiah is alive.”
Brooke immediately stood up.
BROOKE: “Where is he? Which hospital is he in?”
UNKNOWN CALLER: “You don’t need to know that.”
BROOKE: “What do you mean? Who are you?”
UNKNOWN CALLER: “Listen carefully. Isaiah is alive, but you must not try to find him.”
Brooke’s hands began trembling.
BROOKE: “Why? Is somebody keeping him from me?”
The caller remained silent for several seconds.
UNKNOWN CALLER: “If you care about him, go home and wait.”
BROOKE: “No! I need to speak to him. Let me talk to him!”
The call abruptly disconnected.
Brooke stared at her phone.
She immediately called the number back, but the call could not be completed.
Her relief that Isaiah was alive had disappeared beneath a wave of fear.
Who was this man?
And why would someone warn her not to look for the person she loved?
A Warning That Raises More Questions
Brooke rushed back to the reception desk and demanded to speak with the hospital supervisor.
BROOKE: “Someone just called me and said Isaiah is alive. He told me not to look for him. I need you to help me find out what’s happening.”
The supervisor listened carefully before asking whether she had received any official confirmation about Isaiah.
SUPERVISOR: “I’m afraid we cannot confirm information from an unidentified caller. You should report this to the police.”
Brooke immediately contacted the authorities and explained everything.
An officer took down her information and assured her that the accident was being investigated.
OFFICER: “We’ll try to determine whether Isaiah was among the passengers and whether anyone has information about his whereabouts.”
BROOKE: “He was on that bus. I know he was. Someone just told me he’s alive.”
OFFICER: “We’ll do everything we can to find him.”
Brooke returned home late that evening, exhausted and frightened.
The dinner she had prepared for Isaiah was still sitting untouched on the kitchen counter.
His favorite jacket was hanging near the front door, and his shoes were exactly where he had left them before traveling.
Everything in the house reminded her of him.
She sat on the couch and opened their last conversation.
His final message was still there.
I’ll see you soon.
Brooke pressed her phone against her chest.
BROOKE: “Where are you, Isaiah? Why won’t you let me find you?”
Someone Is Watching Brooke’s House
Suddenly, her phone buzzed.
A message from the same unknown number appeared.
Stop contacting the police. You are making things worse.
Brooke’s heart raced.
Before she could respond, another message arrived.
Look outside your front door.
She slowly stood up and walked toward the entrance.
Through the small window beside the door, she could see a dark car parked across the street.
Its headlights were off.
Someone was sitting inside.
Brooke stepped back.
Her phone rang again.
This time, she answered without hesitation.
BROOKE: “Who are you? What do you want from me?”
The man’s voice sounded more urgent than before.
UNKNOWN CALLER: “Brooke, you need to listen to me. Isaiah didn’t disappear because of the accident.”
Brooke froze.
BROOKE: “Then what happened to him?”
UNKNOWN CALLER: “Someone took him before the ambulance arrived.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
BROOKE: “Who took him?”
The caller hesitated.
UNKNOWN CALLER: “I can’t tell you that over the phone.”
BROOKE: “Then tell me where he is!”
Isaiah’s Voice Comes Through the Phone
A faint sound came through the speaker.
It sounded like someone speaking in the background.
Then Brooke heard a voice she recognized immediately.
ISAIAH: “Brooke?”
Her breath caught.
BROOKE: “Isaiah! Isaiah, is that you?”
ISAIAH: “Brooke, don’t—”
The call suddenly went silent.
Brooke stared at her phone, desperately trying to call back.
Then a final message appeared on her screen.
If you want Isaiah to come home alive, you must come alone.
A location followed.
Brooke looked toward the dark car outside her window.
She knew it could be a trap.
But somewhere in the city, Isaiah was alive, and he had just called her name.
She grabbed her keys and rushed toward the door.
Ten Minutes to Save the Man She Loves
Before she could open it, another message arrived.
You have ten minutes. And Brooke… don’t trust the police.
She stopped.
For the first time that night, Brooke realized the truth.
The accident had not been the end of Isaiah’s journey home.
It had been the beginning of something far more dangerous.
And whoever had taken him knew exactly who she was.
TO BE CONTINUED…