Day 644

She'd been missing for almost a year before a neighbour came forward with their porch camera's tape for that week. They'd always had a camera facing out to her house and the woods just beside it to keep an eye out for the bears that occasionally visited their bins.

An entire week's worth of recordings, detailing her every move around the front of her house through her large windows and they knew only one thing from it. The footage showed her checking her post before going back inside the house. That entire week she only left to check her post, every day at the same time until Sunday - the date she was presumed to have gone missing.

A few days after this tape was released her neighbour next door handed in their tapes from their back garden (again, keeping an eye out for bears and again showing nothing unusual). The view covered the entire left side of the house and a good deal of the back, combined with the footage from her neighbours across the street which showed the front and half of the right side there was only one small corner that was a blind spot.

If she never left then surely she must have been somewhere inside the house? It was one of those old fashioned places, there was bound to be some kind of hidey hole for one reason or another. She might have seen a bear coming from the woods to her house and panicked. She might have found a disused dumbwaiter and fallen down it to the basement she never knew she had.

The neighbours knew, of course they knew. In such a close-knit suburban area who doesn't know? All that they're willing to disclose to one another is that the bears must be eating well for this time of year. Must be getting a steady supply of food from their bins. Their precariously open and always empty bins. Bins that certain newer individuals never used properly and can't misuse again.

The poor dear.