John Larson case

I was stunned, I didn’t know what to do, and she was gone. I ripped open the door of my car anxiously going thru the whole car to see if she was there but unfortunately she wasn’t. Overwhelmed, I scrambled back into the gas station. Gasping for air I yelled at the person at the till,

“My mother is gone, help me!” I blurted out.

“Sir, calm down and explain to me what’s going on” The middle aged guy said.

“I came in here, went back out and my mother was gone!” I replied

The man acted fast and snatched the phone, quickly dialed 911. The built man explained to the police the situation and the police were on the scene shortly. When the police got to the gas station, they asked me multiple questions about my mother and I and about what we already had done before we got to the gas station. I answered the questions honestly because I really wanted my mother back. We were a very rich family, we had a lot of money. Also I had to admit I was very spoiled. We had a lot of extra money to waste. Until they found my mother I was going to stay with my grandmother who lived in town. The police drove me to her house, I had only ever been there twice but there was nowhere else to go.

I entered the ancient, smelly house trying not to show how bad it actually smelt because my grandma was lovely and I loved her. I went straight up to the second floor to my room, trying to avoid my grandma because I did not want to talk to her. I was in a terrible mood knowing my mother was kidnapped out there somewhere. Lying on my bed frustrated thinking of all the memories with my mother, I didn’t know what to do, and there was basically no way to help with the situation. I couldn’t stop worrying; no matter what I did I could not stop worrying. I was going out of my mind, with tears running down my cheek. Eventually the tears stopped and I started to slowly calm down. I got up off my bed and calmly went down stairs to get something to eat. My grandma was in the kitchen but I definitely was not in the talking mood, I grabbed a cookie and headed back upstairs silently not saying a word. After effortlessly eating the cookie I tumbled back onto my bed.

Without knowing I fell asleep; I woke up the next morning bright and early. Rubbing my eyes, I looked out the window to the right of me noticing how bright the sun was and the beautiful clouds and the nice blue sky. I rose to my feet slipping on my car slippers which were my favorite; then again I was 16 years old so it was kind of embarrassing. Suddenly the phone rang, I ran over in excitement because of the fact that the police told me that if they found any clues about the kidnapping they would give me a shout. I answered the phone, it was them, constable McGhee, and he told me that they had found a very important clue. My heart dropped, they said that they found a young man’s wallet at the spot that my mother was last seen.

I made my way over to the police station along with my grandmother anxiously wanting to get there. John Larson was the name of the ID in the wallet found. Immediately they searched the name on the computer to try and find this young man. Fortunately they found a match. Age 27, lived in town, John Larson, address was 2660, Copper road. We rapidly rushed to the police car but still not knowing if this was the guy for sure. I was panicking on the way there, nervously biting my nail which is what I usually do when I am very nervous. The address of the man’s house was about 20 minutes from the police station but it didn’t really matter because the man wasn’t expecting the police to show up to his house. I wasn’t the only on excited and nervous at the same time, my grandmother was very nervous , almost crying she put her head down and prayed. The very powerful police man who was driving warned us that we were about 2 minutes away from the house and that also we had to stay in the car for safety reasons which made me upset because I wanted to help the situation. We pulled up to the ancient wooden house which was strange because all the other houses were new and enormous.

The extremely immense police man along with the average sized police man who looked tiny compared to the other man cautiously snuck up the house like undercover ninjas. They suddenly stopped at the garage. I could hear a thump from the car. Which was backed up onto the road, once again for safety reasons but we paid close attention. They made there was closer to the door, peaking thru the window as they rang on the doorbell. They waited patiently at the door waiting for “John Larson”, the name of the man’s ID in the wallet we had found near the scene of the abduction. Moments later, without further ado the man slowly opened the door confused not knowing why the police where at his front door. Although he probably knew why the police were at his door he remained calm. From the car we could not really understand what they were talking about. We carefully tried to read lips which was very difficult. The cops and the man had be talking for about 5 minutes now and so far the cops had seemed to be acting nor due to the fact we didn’t exactly know that they were talking about.

All of a sudden, we heard a scream, the looked back into his home. John fiercely slammed the door and scrambled into his home. The cops reacted fast by busting down the door and rushing thru the door like a blitz on a quarterback because they wanted to get this guy. The first thing that came to my mind was “ Is my mother still alive?” I was panicking in the car not knowing what to do, whether to go inside or stay in the car even know he said to stay in the car no matter what but I had to help my mother. They had been in there for about 15 minutes now and we had been just sitting in here, my grandmother had not said a word since we pulled in except squealed.


I had made a fast decision as if I had no time to react, even know it was risky, I had decided to rush into the house not knowing what was going to happen. My grandmother tried to stop me but I could not resist. I nervously rushed thru the door expecting the unexpected. I looked around, seeing nothing I headed down the stairs were I heard some screaming from. I slowly and gently tip toed down the stairs very scared of what could be going on. I peeked my head thru the rail to only see a frightening scene. The police men and also my mother to be handcuffed onto chairs. I was glad and also upset at the same time because my mother was still alive but they were handcuffed to chairs. The man that goes by the name of “John Larson” had still not seen me yet along with my mother and the others. I began to creep down the soft gentle set of stairs. I stepped on a crack, everyone glared up at the stairs. They all saw me. The police officer wasn’t happy.

“I told you to stay in the car!” He yelled.

“I know, I’m sorry!” I replied nervously


The guy scampered over to me attempting to grab me because he wanted to tie me down to, I had nowhere to go , I was doomed , as the man grabbed onto me , my mother squealed loudly. Moments later I was also handcuffed to a chair which was not the situation I wanted to be in. The creepy looking man circled us silently not saying anything at all. After a couple minutes of silent the man stopped.

“Ill make you guys a deal” The man said in a deep voice.

“Okay” We all said at the same time.

“If you give me one million dollars, I will let you guys go unharmed.” He suggested.

I looked at my mother with a smile on my face. We both nodded at each other wanting to get out of there unharmed.

“Okay, we will do it” My mother answered.

The man threatened if he rats us out he has other people to track us down. That worried me but we were not going to rat him out because we did not want to risk anything.

A couple of days later, we gave the man “John Larson” the money. The two police officers told the police department that that was not the real house for an excuse. We did give up one million dollars but it was definitely worth it for my mother back. Nothing so bad had ever happened again but we always wondered about John Larson who we never saw again.