At about 10 that morning, Charlee’s grandmother Beth woke up and started what she expected to be a relatively uneventful day. But when she proceeded to Charlee’s bedroom, she quickly realized that she was not there. She then walked downstairs and was alarmed to see that the front door was open.
Beth started to run around the house, calling her granddaughter’s name and opening every door. At first, she assumed that Charlee was playing a game of hide and seek with her. But this theory soon faded away when no one responded to her. Beth started to fear the worst…
Her Entire Community Loved Her
Another thing that made Charlee’s disappearance even more tragic was that she was beloved by her small community. Hailing from the small rural town of Lebanon Junction, Kentucky, Charlee always made the people around her smile with her warm disposition. Everybody loved her and she loved everybody in return.
Everyone referred to her by her nickname “Mo.” At the time of this story, she had been living with her grandparents. And like so many kids her age, Charlee loved nothing more than simply running around her home, playing, and living a simple childhood. But things became anything but simple very quickly…
A Quiet Morning
Our story begins on a quiet Thursday morning in June 2018. Charlee was all snuggled away in her bed at the crack of dawn. Her grandfather had just left for work and her grandmother, Beth, was still in bed sleeping. Eventually, Charlee woke up and started to play in and around the house.
She loved going into the front lawn and did just that. A few hours passed. But before the morning had even come to an end, the tone of the story had started to take a darker turn. The front lawn was silent, with no one to be seen. Charlee was gone…
It soon became crystal clear to Beth that something was seriously wrong. By the time she reached the front lawn, Beth couldn’t help but fall into an extreme fit of panic. It was 10 AM at this point, so there was no telling exactly when was the last time Charlee had been seen.
Beth started to fear the worst. What if someone had kidnapped Charlee? What if she just fell into a ditch somewhere? There was a range of horrific possibilities for her granddaughter. Now though, it was time for Beth to double her efforts in order to bring Charlee home.
Searching the Neighborhood
Beth’s next step was to knock on the doors of all her neighbors. She wasn’t particularly social with the people who lived in her area. But in times of need, it’s normal to call upon those around you. And that’s exactly what Beth did.
Unfortunately, though, every time she asked a neighbor if they had seen Charlee, all they could do was shake their heads and say “no.” With each passing decline from the neighbors, Beth’s anxiety only got greater and greater. And the ideas of what could have happened to Charlee were only getting worse. She needed to move fast.