In the late 1800s, a quiet castle town in Cornwall, England, was haunted by a problem no one could explain. Children were disappearing from their beds at night. Doors and windows were still locked; there were no signs of a struggle. Parents kept watch and still woke to find empty blankets.

Whispers in the town all circled back to the same figure: a strange boy named Peter. He appeared to be about ten years old and lived like a homeless orphan, wandering the streets barefoot even in winter. He never seemed cold, never begged for food, and no one could remember a time when he looked any younger—or older. Other children followed him without question.

One afternoon, Peter met a girl named Gretchen and her brothers, Randy and Skip. He told them about a secret party where “everyone wears white” and only “special children” were invited. That night, all three siblings vanished.

Detective Alonzo Jenkins arrived to investigate and refused to accept rumors as proof. After weeks of searching, he spotted Peter slipping into the woods and followed him to an abandoned stone church the townspeople avoided. Inside, under the pale moonlight, Jenkins watched Peter’s young face twist and stretch, his body lengthen and wither, until he stood as a tall skeletal man with hollow eyes. The creature leaned close and whispered, “Don’t worry. I only take the young. The old are useless to me.”

Jenkins fled and returned with officers. The creature was gone. What they found in the church was never fully written down—but it was enough for the town to stop telling bedtime stories about the boy who never grew up.