The Bedtime Story That Found A Killer

A ten-year-old girl vanished into the suburban night, the only thing left on her bed a single, bloody pair of underwear.

Nine years later, as I was reading a bedtime story to my own daughter, I had a sudden, ice-cold realization: The Tooth Fairy the missing girl had talked about was no fairy tale at all.

In that moment, I finally understood the blood-chilling motive hidden behind the innocence of a simple childhood story.

My hand shook as I dialed the number for the lead detective from all those years ago. Captain Stone, I whispered, my voice ragged. We were wrong. Dead wrong, for nine years.

In 2016, I was working as a security guard at the gates of a high-end complex called Maplewood Estates.

That winter, a ten-year-old girl named Sadie Jenkins vanished from her own bedroom.

The scene was gruesome. Twisted sheets, spattered blood, and that single pair of bloody underwear balled up near the footboard. The police turned the entire complex upside down, but they didnt find a single viable lead.

Years passed. I got married, had a kid. My daughter was right in the middle of her wobbly-tooth phase.

That night, my wife was tucking her in, telling her the story of the Tooth Fairy.

When I heard those two words, I shot straight up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat.

My voice trembling, I asked my wife, The Tooth Fairy youre talking aboutshe takes the tooth and leaves a coin?

Yeah, honey. Thats the story everybody tells.

I stayed awake until dawn.

As soon as the sky began to lighten, I found the number I hadn't had the guts to delete in nine years and sent a text to Captain David Stone, the detective in charge of the case:

The whole direction of the investigation. It was completely wrong.

The popular American version of the Tooth Fairytucking a lost tooth under the pillow in exchange for moneyhad only really become widely known in our area over the last decade or so.

It came from one of two places: Either the version passed down from parents and teachers who had traveled, or the one popularized around 2015 by imported childrens media.

You would never think that the tiny, almost imperceptible difference between the two versions could send a living, breathing person straight to her death.

Officer! Please! Help! My daughter is gone! Someone is trying to kill her!

Brenda Wellss shriek is a sound that still rips me awake sometimes.

It was November 24th, 2016.

Sadie Jenkins went missing that morning.

It was around 7:40 a.m. I was just finishing my shift handover with the night guy, Old Man Leo, and was settling down in the guard booth with my thermos and a bag of glazed donuts.

The fog was thick outside. People were rushing off to work and school, a normal, manic weekday morning.

Then the sirens. Loud, close, and stopping right at the main gate.

I ran out and saw the squad cars pull up to Unit 8, Building B.

Nothing spikes a security guards adrenaline faster. As I raised the gate arm and pointed them toward the unit, my gut clenched. Clang.

I knew that unit. Thats where Sadie lived.

I was usually hiding in the booth, working through a box of glazed donuts and grinding on some mobile battle game. This group of kids would barrel in after school, sniffing out the sugar, and wipe out my snack stash in three minutes flat.

I knew those little brats well.

Sadie was different from the others. She was a natural-born leader, quick-witted, and she always took charge. Every time she cleared me out of donuts, shed stuff my pockets with cheap candy or a pack of stale gum from her own stash.

That morning, when I heard Brendas tortured scream, my chopsticks clattered to the floor.

Damn it. Something happened to that kid.

Sadies unit was on the first floor. When I got there, a crowd of rubbernecking neighbors was already gathered at the entrance.

I saw it right away: a huge, jagged hole cut into the iron security bars on the bedroom window. It looked black and menacing.

Everyone was whispering that it was Sadies room.

Humans are easily swayed by the obvious. Terrifying theories exploded in the crowd: breaking and entering, sexual assault, a random abduction.

Even though neighborhood security wasn't as tight back in 2016 as it is now, no one could believe that someone would brazenly cut through iron bars in the middle of the night just to go after a ten-year-old girl.

Captain Stone, the lead detective, had a face like granite. He was grilling Sadies mother, Brenda Wells.

Brenda Wells, is that right? You called 911 at 7:15?

Yes! I got up to make breakfast around seven, passed Sadies room, and saw the bed was empty and the window was jimmied! I pulled back the sheets and there was blood! And that pair of underwear I flew into a panic. I searched the whole apartment, and then I called the police!

You didnt hear anything all night?

Nothing! Im a heavy sleeper! Slept right through till morning.

I didnt see the father, so I interjected, Wheres the girls dad?

Brenda scrubbed tears from her face. Rickhes a construction worker. He was on an overnight shift. His phones off.

I remembered Sadie mentioning that her dad was in construction and was rarely home.

The police went back inside to examine the room. I lingered by the door, trying to peer in.

When Captain Stone emerged, his brow was furrowed so tight it looked like a knot. He took a long drag on his cigarette.

I offered him a light. Captain, whats the read?

Stone blew out a plume of smoke and lowered his voice.

Rookie, Ive worked B&E cases my whole career, and nine times out of ten, its about cash.

This apartment is a two-bedroom. The girls window is small, tucked awaya spot a thief would choose. I started thinking, maybe the thief got in, ran into the kid, and got the wrong idea

But the scene is all wrong. The sheets are twisted, theres blood splatter on the walls and bed, and that underwearit looks like a passion crime.

But think about it: the mother next door didnt hear a thing? The neighbors heard nothing? The girl didn't even scream for help?

The biggest piece missing is the body. If it was a passion killing, why take the body? Why the effort? I have a terrible feeling about this one.

A terrible feeling. Stones words sent a chill down my spine.

Why Sadie? Why her?

Stone bent down and pulled a few comic books from under the bed, dusting them off.

Looking at those books, a memory flashed in my mind, from the first time I really met Sadie, two months earlier.

Security Uncle! Come outside now!

I was dozing that afternoon when I heard a clear voice shouting for me.

I stepped out and saw a tall, fair-skinned little girl in a sundress, standing guard over a chubby little boy who was sitting on the ground sobbing.

She pointed at two older boys across the way and said fiercely, Sir, they stole his stuff and they hit him!

The two older boys weren't scared; they shoved the girl. Mind your own business!

My temper flared. I crossed the distance in one stride and pulled the two older boys apart.

You little punks. Try that again.

They were only tough when they outnumbered someone. Seeing I was serious, they yelled, Youll pay for that! and ran off.

Yeah, Ill be waiting in the booth! Dont be a coward! I shouted after them.

The girl, Sadie, was all business. She knelt down, picked up the scattered comic books, handed them to the little boy, and wiped his tears. Stop crying. If they bother you again, you use my name. Ive got your back.

That was my first impression of Sadie Jenkinsrighteous, kind, and she burned bright like a tiny sun.

I ushered them into the guard booth and gave them some napkins.

Uncle, I knew youd help!

How did you know?

Sadie stared at the mobile game on my screen, her eyes shining. I watch you play a lot. The other guards yell at the delivery guys, but youre always polite and let them come inside for a drink. Youre a good man.

Hey, were all just trying to make a living.

Exactly! My teacher says we have to help each other! But I notice adults like to bully kids, and big kids bully little kids. I hate that.

I was surprised. This girl, who seemed so loud and bold, was actually quite insightful.

You want to watch me play, just come on in. Dont wait outside.

Really? Thank you! Can I play a round? she asked, smiling cheekily.

Finish your homework first.

Yes! This is the best! She slapped the little boy on the shoulder. We have a place to hang out after school now!

The little boy, Matty, shyly handed me his books. If you get bored, Sir, you can borrow these.

That was the first time my guard booth had ever been so full of life.

Wow, your moves are amazing, Uncle! I want to play that character next!

Those two kids were my little rays of sunshine.

Before leaving, Sadie didn't forget her own parting advice: Uncle, its getting cold. Zip up your coat and dont catch a cold.

How could such a wonderful child

The evidence collection lasted over half an hour. Stone and his team searched the room repeatedly.

I waited anxiously, but all Stone could do was shake his head and sigh.

I was getting frustrated. Captain, what is it?

Before Stone could answer, Sadies father, Rick Jenkins, arrived.

The man was wearing a hard hat, his face covered in concrete dust and sweat. He burst through the door and went straight for Brenda, ignoring the police.

Where is our daughter? Huh?

Once he figured out what had happened, Rick shoved Brenda hard in the shoulder, his eyes bloodshot.

Someone jimmied the window, our daughter is hurtmaybe deadand you were sleeping like a dead pig?!

His jaw was clenched tight, his fists cracking. If the police hadn't been standing right there, I think he would have beaten Brenda on the spot.

Seeing the volatile situation, Stone pulled me aside. How long have you worked here?

Two months.

Know this family?

I know the kid. The adults, not so much.

I notice the complex doesnt have security cameras outside the gate?

Just the one at the main entrance, facing the street.

Alright, I need a favor. We need to question the parents and talk to the neighbors. You know the area. Help us find our way around.

No problem. Whatever it takes to find her.

You asked me what was wrong with the scene. Ill be straight with you.

Stone lit a cigarette, his eyes sharp. This scene is all wrong. Ten-year-old kid, the rooms a wreckshe obviously fought back. The security bars were cut, blood everywhere We can rule out runaway or self-abduction.

So an outsider came in.

Yes. But for all the apparent violence, something is missing. No screams, no sounds of a major struggle. If the kid was knocked out or killed right away, the room wouldn't be this messy, and the blood volume is wrong.

Since she wasn't killed here, she was taken. How do you move a struggling human being out of a house in the dead of night without alerting anyone? How do you even clean up some of the mess?

This tells me one thing: the killer had a way to keep her quiet.

It might even be someone she knew.

Stone paused, exhaling the words slowly. I have two theories. First, a familiar person. Second, the parents are hiding something.

The time snaps forward to 2025.

This case was a thorn in my side for nine long years.

After I heard the full, real version of the Tooth Fairy story that night, I smoked an entire pack of cigarettes on my balcony.

The truth had been right in front of us the entire time, just missing that final puzzle piece.

Could that final piece bring back a girl who'd been gone for almost a decade?

At six in the morning, I scrolled through my contacts and finally hit the number: Captain Stone.

Back in 2016.

We quickly found that this family was hiding something strange.

Sadie Jenkins, ten years old, attended Harborview Elementary, six miles from home.

The father, Rick Jenkins, forty-two, a dependable blue-collar worker constantly rotating between construction sites.

The mother, Brenda Wells, thirty-four, ran a small food stand in the evening market, leaving in the afternoon and closing up around ten.

A typical blue-collar, double-shift household, working nonstop.

I was puzzled. Simple folks, no money, no social influencewhy would anyone target their kid?

The neighbors described Rick as a straight shooter, a little hot-tempered, loud at home, but honest.

Brenda and Sadie, however, had impeccable reputations. Everyone said Brenda was sweet, a hard worker who managed everything. Sadie was a big-hearted kid who helped Brenda at the stand and was always cheerful.

But behind that facade, we started hearing murmurs.

Several neighbors whispered privately that Brenda Wells wasnt Sadies birth mother.

Is the sister who was afraid of being lonely really not coming back?

The next day after Sadies disappearance.

Id spent all of yesterday running myself ragged with Captain Stone. My throat was raw, but we were no closer to an answer.

The precinct took the case seriously, sending in more personnel today.

I was holed up in the guard booth, feeling sick.

Id only known those kids for two months, but they were the only light in my boring life.

I remembered what Sadie had told me.

She said the first thing she did after school was find her group. If someone wasn't there, shed shout until they came out.

No one gets left behind! People who dont have friends are the most pathetic people, Uncle. You too!

Thats how seriously she used to lecture me.

It was Saturday. Usually, the entrance to the complex would be a zoo.

I looked out the window, and for a moment, I thought I saw the group of kids laughing.

But when I focused, I saw only Matty, the chubby little boy Sadie had protected, sitting alone on a bench.

I walked over. Matty looked up, his eyes swollen like peaches.

Uncle, Sadies gone. No one wants to come out. Will she really never be found?

Dont talk like that. The police are looking, shell be back soon.

She wont.

Matty shook his head, a certainty in his voice that chilled me.

Why do you say that?

Sadie told us. She was most afraid of being alone. If she didnt come out to find us, it means she wasn't in this world anymore.

It was a childs silly talk, but it twisted my heart.

Did she already know, deep down, that her ordinary life could be cut short at any moment?