Richisupra45

This case is reported in "Lavignac-sur-Lac", a remote village in northwestern France, in August 2015.
The person in question is a boy named Richard Lefèvre.
Police file of Richard Lefévre [Translated to English] Height: 1.53 cm. Age: 13 years. Physical Characteristics: Dark blonde hair, brown eyes, average nose, average mouth and jaw. Voice: Average. He had myopia and he used glasses. Psychological profile Outgoing and normal personality. He did not suffer any kind of family or social abuse throughout his life. His parents are middle class and he had a normal childhood and home. He does not have any disease on a psychological level.
Richard Lefèvre was an ordinary French boy. He had a normal house, a normal family and normal friends. We know that Richard was into cars, he had an instagram account called Richisupra45. This user is due to the nickname by which everyone called him "Richi" and his favorite car Toyota GR "Supra".
8 million children disappear in the world every year, 11,600 of them in France. No one expected Richard to be on that list, but unfortunately, he wouldn't be around for long.
One summer day in August 2015, Richard was coming home from a long day at the beach with his friends. As I step foot into his kitchen, I look at the clock hanging on the wall that read a quarter past ten. He took a hot shower to get the sea salt out of his hair and the sand from his body. He changed into his pijamas and went down to the kitchen to prepare his dinner. He looked at the clock again. It was now half past eleven. It was strange, his parents should be home at this time. Without giving it much importance, he went to the living room and turned on the TV, quickly looking at each channel. Everything was silent, the only thing illuminating was the dim glow from the TV.
A few minutes after quietly watching TV, Richard heard a loud bang upstairs in his house. He couldn't help but tense up as a rush of fear shook his body. He was home alone, with the lights off. The first options that he thought could be the cause of this blow, only managed to scare him more and that his entire body had goosebumps. But, after thinking about it for a bit, he thought that what caused the blow would have a logical explanation. So he got up and turned on all the lights he could reach, even with fear in his body. Slowly, he went up the stairs that led to the second floor.
He entered his room and quickly turned on the light. He looked everywhere, there was nothing and nobody. Everything was in place. And the same thing happened when he searched the other rooms, no one in sight. This calmed him down a bit, he thought that the blow could have been from outside. unfortunately, the tranquility did not last long. The TV that he left on to go look for the cause of the noise, suddenly turned off. His body petrified, and he slowly turned his head towards the stairs. he could see that the kitchen light was no longer on.
He stayed like that for several minutes, his body paralyzed and his skin pale of fear. He couldn't think of anything. A few minutes later, he decided to react. He took the dagger that his uncle had given him on his tenth birthday. With his body trembling in fear, he gripped the sharp object tightly and crept down the stairs. He look everywhere possible, there was nobody. His heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.
He looked down the hall. He was horrified. A person was standing looking at him near the last door. It wasn't just that, that person was him. He had the same hair, the same face and the same body, and also had his clothes. The only thing that differentiated them right now was that this strange being had a twisted and sinister smile.
Richard's parents came home at one o'clock at night. They had been in town buying new furniture. They had taken longer than expected and they could not notify their son because the way back to the village is through the forest and they did not have coverage. Still, they didn't expect anything bad to have happened, but when they got home they had to go straight to the police station. His son was not at home, he had disappeared.
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