I think I found where missing people go. I almost stepped into it.

I don’t expect everyone to believe this.
I probably wouldn’t believe it either if someone else posted it.

But after what happened four nights ago, I don’t think I can stay quiet. There are people out there with missing family members who deserve to know the truth. Or at least the possibility of it.
I think I know where some of them are.
And I think they’re still alive.

I work late pretty often, so it wasn’t unusual for me to be walking through an empty parking lot around 11:30 at night. The lot sits behind a row of offices that close around five, so by the time I get out of work the place is usually dead quiet. Just cracked asphalt, a few dim yellow lights, and my car sitting by itself at the far end.
I remember looking down as I walked because the pavement there is uneven and I’ve tripped before.

I lifted my foot to take the next step.
And the ground disappeared.

Not cracked. Not collapsed.

It opened…

The best way I can describe it is like someone erased a perfect circle out of the world. About six feet across. No rubble. No broken asphalt. Just a clean hole straight down where pavement should have been.

My foot was already coming down when it appeared.

Instead of hitting pavement, my shoe went straight into empty space.

My leg dropped past my knee before my brain even understood what was happening.

Instinct kicked in. I threw my weight sideways and shoved off with my other foot. I basically dove forward and rolled across the pavement hard enough to scrape my knee and knock the wind out of myself.

If I hadn’t reacted instantly, I would have fallen straight in. i sat there for a few seconds, staring.
The hole was still there. I quickly caught my breath and stared in awe.

Perfect circle. Pure darkness.

Not just dark like a shadow, but the kind of dark that feels wrong to look at, like your eyes can’t focus on it properly.

At first I thought I was hearing wind.
A low sort of murmur echoing up from inside it.
Then I realized it wasn’t wind.

It was voices.Dozens of them.

Quiet at first, overlapping like people whispering in a crowded room.

I slowly crawled a little closer, keeping my distance from the edge.

“Hello?” someone called.

“Can you hear us?”

Another voice shouted, “Hey! Someone’s there!”
My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. My hands were trembling.

I still couldn’t see anything down there. No movement, no shapes. Just blackness.
But the voices were definitely coming from below.

“Please!” someone yelled. “Don’t leave!”

Another voice said, “Throw something down!”

I asked the first question that came to mind.

“Where are you?”

There was a pause.Then a man answered.

“I don’t know.”

His voice sounded strangely calm.

“There’s no ground here,” he continued. “We’re just… floating.”

A woman near him said, “Time doesn’t move here.”

Another voice said, “You don’t get hungry or thirsty either.”

Someone else added quietly, “I think I’ve been here for years.”

At that point my brain was trying desperately to come up with any normal explanation. Speakers underground. Some weird construction shaft. A prank.

Then someone said my name.

“Zach.”

Every muscle in my body went tight.
I hadn’t told them my name.

“Zach, please,” the voice said. “You can hear us. That means it opened again.”

I asked how they knew my name.
The voice hesitated.Then he said something that made my stomach drop.

“The holes only open when someone’s alone.”

Suddenly a bunch of voices started talking at once.

“Please help us!”
“Get a rope!”
“Don’t walk away!”

I looked around the parking lot, hoping there was anything nearby I could use.
There wasn’t. No rope. No ladder. Nothing long enough to reach.
And even if I had something, I still couldn’t see anyone down there.
Just darkness.

One of the voices said quietly, “It’ll close soon.”

“How long does it stay open?” I asked.

“Usually about a minute.”

That’s when the panic really started.
People began shouting names.

“Tell my wife Anna!”
“Tell my brother Mark I’m alive!”
“Please remember my name!”

I tried to memorize as many names as I could.
And then the darkness shifted.
The hole didn’t close the way you’d expect.
It just… stopped being there.

One second there was a perfect black circle in the pavement.
The next second it was normal asphalt again.
Flat. Solid. No crack. No seam.Nothing.

If it weren’t for the blood on my knee and the dust on my clothes from diving out of the way, I would’ve thought I imagined it.

But I didn’t imagine the voices.
When I got home, I started searching the names I remembered.

Three of them matched missing persons reports immediately.

One man disappeared in 2009.
Another in 1997.
A woman from Illinois who vanished while jogging in 2014.

All of them disappeared while they were alone.
Walking.
Parking lots.
Sidewalks.
Driveways.

I kept searching.Right now I’ve found seven names that match people reported missing.
I’m planning to contact their families. I don’t even know what I’ll say yet. How do you tell someone you might have heard their son or daughter calling from a hole that shouldn’t exist?

But I feel like I have to try. I have to do Something.

I’ve also been thinking about something else.
The voice told me the hole only opens when someone is alone.

So I’ve been wondering if there’s a way to force it to appear again.

Maybe if I go back to the same spot.
Maybe if I’m alone long enough.
Maybe if someone else watches from far away.
Maybe it had to do with what I was thinking about at that exact moment.

If I can make it open again, maybe I can bring rope. Or a ladder. Or something. Because those people are still down there.

They’re still talking.Still waiting to be rescued.

But tonight I realized something that made this a lot worse.

While searching the names again, I checked the dates more carefully.
One of the voices that called my name belonged to a man who disappeared in 1986.
I figured maybe he could’ve known me somehow.
Except for one problem.
According to the report, he vanished in May of that year. I wasn’t born until September.

Which means someone down there already knew my name four months before I existed. And they knew it was me!

I’m both freaking out and surprisingly calm. I’ve considered going to the police over and over and over but I know they won’t believe me. I don’t even believe it, but it happened and these people need my help!