The Spaceship in the Woods

My brother, Ryan, vanished that night.

I was ten and he was seven. We were in the woods behind the old mill when we

stumbled upon an abandoned spaceship.

Curiosity got the better of him, and Ryan scrambled inside. The hatch slammed

shut behind him, and no matter how hard we pushed, it wouldnt budge.

Panic, cold and sharp, pierced right through me. I ran home, screaming and

crying for Mom and Dad.

Every adult from our little mill town turned out, combing every trail and

thicket in those woods, turning the whole place upside down. They found nothing.

Not a single clue.

When they finally pried the hatch open, the inside was empty.

A few of the men squeezed into the dark, narrow, dust-choked cylinder. They came

out grimy and grim-faced, saying it was just an old industrial mixing tank.

There was nothing inside.

No other exits. No secret doors. No holes. Ryan had simply vanished into thin

air.

That night, two officers from the local precinct came by and drilled me with

questions. Every word they said made me feel like Id done something wrong.

Why did your brother climb into that tank?

Youre the older sister. Why didnt you stop him?

Are you sure youre not just making this up?

I defended myself, my voice raw and hoarse, but all I got in return were heavy,

meaningful stares.

A seven-year-old boy, gone. No witnesses, no leads, no evidence.

It wasn't the first time something like this had happened, and it wouldn't be

the last. Every summer, some kid would wander too deep into the woods and get

lost. Some were found. Some weren't.

They treated it like any other missing person case.

No one yelled at me, but no one believed me, either.

The search lasted two weeks. The police exhausted every possibility. In the end,

my brother became just another name on a list of the missing.

After Ryan was gone, the air in our house changed. It grew heavy, suffocating.

Mom would lock herself in her room and just cry. Dad would finish his shift at

the mill and go straight to the woods, sitting by that spaceship and drinking

until late into the night.

No one could accept that their son had evaporated inside an old, rusted-out

tank. No sign of life, no body to bury.

The whispers started in the hallways of our apartment building.

Some said the spirits in the woods had taken him. Ryan had always been a frail

kid, and they said those things preyed on the weak.

Others pointed their fingers at me.

Tsk, tsk. Kids these days. The things theyll do to get all their parents

attention.

The gossip swirled around like dead leaves in the wind.

But life had to go on.

Mom and Dad made a silent pact to never speak his name again. Mom packed all his

clothes, toys, and photos into a large wooden chest and locked it.

Back then, the cartoon Starblazers was all the rage. Ryan had a complete set of

stickers from the show plastered all over his headboard and pencil case. He used

to say that one day, hed become a Starblazer too, and fly off into space.

Now, all his dreams, along with the name Ryan, were locked away at the bottom of

that chest.

My dad had us take a new family photo. Mom and Dad forced tight smiles for the

camera, determined to start over.

Not long after, Mom got pregnant again. Maybe it was to wash away the sorrow, or

maybe it was the universes way of offering compensation. She nurtured the new

life quietly, her face a mask of something between grief and hope. Dad threw

himself into his work, his eyes fixed on the promise of a new beginning.

Only I, weathering the storm of neighborhood gossip, kept searching for Ryan,

praying he would come back.

I refused to believe a seven-year-old boy could just disappear. I chose to

believe hed really done ithed launched his ship and was out there, somewhere

in the vast, starry expanse.

In my dreams, I could still see him, his small back turned to me as he climbed

into the tank.

Cassie, Im leaving now.

Im going on an adventure in space, just like a real Starblazer.

Wait for me, okay? Ill write to you.

And I believed him.

I believed he would write. Ryan had never, not once, lied to me.

And then, it happened. A letter arrived.

It was a perfectly ordinary evening. I was walking home from school and, out of

habit, glanced at the milk box by our front door.

Tucked into the seam was an envelope.

No stamp, no return address. Just three words scrawled in a shaky hand:

Cassie.

My name.

I knew that handwriting.

It was Ryans.

I tore it open. Inside was a piece of paper ripped from a notebook, covered in

messy script.

Cassie,

The ship took off. Im in space, and all I can see are stars out the window.

There are so many buttons in here. I pushed a red one and the ship went super

fast. I almost fell over.

Im going on an adventure, just like in Starblazers. Im doing good here.

Theres food and water, and I have a little dog with me. His name is Astro. He

can talk and he tells jokes, but theyre not very funny.

Cassie, do you miss me?

Im okay, so dont worry. And dont tell Mom and Dad. This is our secret.

Theyll ruin it if they know.

If you miss me, go to our secret base. My telescope is still there. Keep it safe

for me.

Ill write again soon.

Ryan

After reading the letter, I felt a small, hard disk in the envelope. I tipped it

out into my palm. It was a little white button shaped like a rabbit.

My whole body started to shake.

It was the button from the collar of the shirt Ryan was wearing the night he

disappeared.

Ryan was alive.

He had written to me.

A thought seized me, and I took off, running like mad toward the woods. The

rusted old mixing tank was still there, lying in the clearing, silent and inert.

His words from that night echoed in my ears: Cassie, Im going on a trip to

space.

Clearly, the spaceship in the letter wasnt this hunk of metal.

Could it be? Was there some kind of mysterious power inside the tank that had

sent him to the stars?

I didn't know.

But I was sure of one thing.

This letter was real.

Ryan was still out there. And he had kept his promise. He wrote!

Ryan didn't want me to tell anyone. Mom and Dad were wrapped up in the new baby,

the last thing they wanted was to be reminded of their lost son. If I told any

other adults, theyd think I was crazy. A boy who vanished from a sealed tank

suddenly sending letters from space? Theyd assume Id faked it for attention,

just to stir up a settled tragedy.

At ten years old, Id already learned to read the expressions on grown-ups

faces. The search parties were long gone. It was up to me.

I carefully folded the letter and tucked it inside my dictionary. Before Dad had

dinner on the table, I slipped out to our secret base.

The secret base was just the old recycling depot behind our apartment

building. Before Ryan disappeared, we used to scavenge for treasures there:

marbles, old toys, weirdly shaped plastic cards. I dug to the very bottom of our

stash and pulled out Ryans most prized possession: his toy telescope. His

interstellar observation scope, he called it.

I pulled open the drawer of the old desk we used as our command center and found

it right where he'd left it.

I figured, if Ryan could get a letter from outer space into our milk box, then

he could definitely get one back.

So that night, I hunched over my desk and wrote a reply.

Ryan,

I got your letter. Are you feeling better? Space must be so beautiful. Ill keep

our secret. Be careful out there by yourself. Theyre coming out with new

Starblazers stickers soon. You need to come home soon for your shots and your

medicine. Come home soon.

Cassie

I was never good with words. I wrote and erased and rewrote, but that was the

best I could do.

The next morning, I tucked my reply and the telescope into the milk box before

heading to school. I was a wreck all day, couldn't focus on a single thing the

teacher said. My mind was consumed by the letter.

The second the final bell rang, I sprinted home. The milk box was empty. My

letter and the telescope were gone.

After that, I checked the milk box every single day, waiting for Ryans next

letter.

It didn't come for a month. When it finally did, it was the same kind of

envelope, the same handwriting, the same lack of a stamp.

Cassie,

The ship flew past Mars today. Its red, like Moms chili sauce. Astro says

there are volcanoes on Mars taller than Mount Everest. Cassie, how tall is Mount

Everest?

How are Mom and Dad? Are you eating okay? I miss Moms pot roast. Eat some extra

for me, okay?

Ryan

I sat at my desk and read the letter three times over.

Eat some extra of Mom's pot roast for me.

We did have pot roast last night. How did he know?

Could he see our dinner table through the telescope? That must mean he was

somewhere close.

A spark of hope ignited in me. I quickly wrote a reply and went to hide by the

milk box, determined to see who was picking up the mail. But my dad, taking out

the trash, found me. He yelled at me for loitering and was about to drag me off

to school.

I couldnt take it anymore. I decided to tell him everything.

The moment the name Ryan left my lips, he slapped me across the face. His eyes

were blazing.

We dont have a Ryan anymore! You say that name again and Ill beat you! he

roared. And if you ever think about skipping school, Ill beat you for that

too!

Id always been terrified of my dad, so I did as I was told and went to school.

When I got back, my letter was gone. A small part of me felt a flicker of

relief.

Waiting for Ryans letters became the one thing I looked forward to each day.

They didnt come on a regular schedule. Sometimes it was a few days, sometimes a

few months. They always seemed to arrive when I was at school or taking a test.

But they never stopped.

The letters were mostly the same. He was on his ship, he flew past a planet, he

saw something cool, Astro told another bad joke.

Sometimes I was tempted to tell Mom about the letters. I watched her belly grow

bigger every day. She started knitting clothes for the new baby. Her spirit

seemed to have left her; even with a new life inside her, she looked hollowed

out.

One day, I couldnt hold it in.

Mom, I started. Do you think do you think Ryan might still be alive?

Her hands stilled. The silence in the room stretched on for a long time. Then

she let out a long, weary sigh.

Cassie, I know you miss him. I do too. She put her knitting away and walked to

the window, her back to me. But some things you just have to let them go. We

have to look forward now.

Her shoulders trembled slightly. I knew she was crying.

I didn't say another word. In that moment, I understood. They had all given up

on Ryan.

Back in my room, I pulled the letters from my dictionary and read them again

under the starlight pouring through my window. I knew every word by heart. After

I finished, I just stared out at the night sky. The moon, the stars, the

scattered lights of the town.

And then I saw it. My eyes locked onto the small park below our building.

A little boy was standing in the middle of the empty playground, holding a

telescope.

And he was looking right at my window.