Killer Graves

A small town like Crowley, Louisiana is normally a quiet town, but recently it hasn't been since the new funeral director moved into town. We did need a new one since the previous funeral director, Mr. Lester was murdered ironically in his embalming room. Who would kill an 85-year-old man at night in his home? Yes, his house is a funeral home with a cemetery in the backyard. The strange thing is he was found with two puncture wounds in his neck with no blood on the floor or on the embalming table. The police believe that he was murdered with his own tools and the killer cleaned up the blood. I don't believe that. This man was my employer. That room is cleaned every time a new deceased soul has entered that room and left that room, but we hadn't performed a service in a week, so there should be blood remnants in that room with the way his whole body was drained. Where is his blood? Who would kill him? I am going to find out. It's been a week since his funeral service. I met the new funeral director and he is cool. He let me stay on as his assistant. Michael wanted me to stay only because I knew how the filing system Mr. Lester had when he was running the place. The police let Michael move into the funeral home as long as they are allowed to see the crime scene at different times. What is that noise I hear? I look towards my phone next to my computer to see if someone is calling me. "Oh crap oh crap, I'm going to be late for work." I fumble around gathering my things for work. I picked up my phone to call Michael." Hey, I am going to be a few minutes late." "Don't stress about being late. There was another murder last night. Actually, instead of coming straight to the funeral home, could you swing by the morgue to pick up the body? I know you have the transport van with you." It might be a good thing for me to go, so I can get a look at Mr. Lester's case and see if this one matches that. "Sure, I can go." I started walking to the car to head to the morgue in the next town. On the drive, I start daydreaming like always about the next murder victim. I wonder if they were murdered the same way that Mr. Lester was murdered or if it was a different one. I also started to wonder why I really hadn't seen Michael outside the funeral home during the day. I have only seen him roaming the grounds when it is raining or very cloudy out. He is always inside the house while I'm outside getting more dirt on me than a happy pig at a pig farm, from digging the graves to taking care of the grounds. I managed to make it to the morgue. I just texted Michael letting him know that I had made it. "Hey Sheriff Hebert, I am here to pick up the latest victim sadly. How did they die if you don't mind me asking?" "Hey Reyna. So you are not going to believe this. The victim's name is Kayla Boudrueax, the mayor's oldest daughter. The creepy thing is, her blood was drained just like your old boss Mr. Lester, but this time there is a huge chunk of skin missing from her neck. So the big guys are coming to lead this investigation." I sat in disbelief that Kayla, my high school friend, had been murdered. Especially the same way as Mr. Lester. " Hey Reyna, I know you were friends with Kayla, so I need to ask you a few questions." Still in a daze, I nodded my head and started to pull my phone out to call Michael to let him know that I was going to be stuck at the station for a while and that he needed to come collect her body to prepare her for the funeral. As soon as I went to call Michael, the State Police entered the station. "Good morning Sheriff Hebert, I'm Detective Nicole from the Louisiana State Police here to head the investigation of the two recent murders." I stare off into space as I am sitting there still in disbelief as thunder rolls through the station. Darkness wraps around me ever so gently as I slowly fall to the ground. Just a few minutes later, I woke up to see everyone, including my boss Michael, surrounding me. "Hey Renya, are you okay?" I looked up at Michael, questioning how long it took him to get to the next town when it took me 30 minutes to get here from my house. "How long was I passed out for?", rubbing the back of my head to see if I was bleeding. "You were staring off into space for about 20 minutes before you passed out. For 10 minutes, we were about to call our EMS to the station. " Michael stated, staring at my face with a distorted face. Michael helped me stand up to my feet. "Come on Renya, we need to get Kayla to the funeral home to prepare the body." We got up, and I straightened my jacket, and we headed to the morgue to get Kayla. The detectives started to look at the evidence of Mr. Lester's case is on the wall next to Kayla's crime scene photos. It is still crazy that we had two murders in the area, but the strange thing I noticed in the photos that they took of where the body was positioned was near one of our oldest graves in the cemetery behind the funeral home. I noticed it because not many people have a cage on top of their grave to prevent grave robbers from getting in. But the real question is why was she at the cemetery last night? I headed outside to get the gurney out of the back of the van to get into the world's creepiest morgue. It is so run down that there is only one light to illuminate the walkway to the door as well as the ramp from the loading area behind the yellow building in the middle of nowhere with the four walls starting to grow ivy up the side of the building. I'm just lucky that we have one with how we all of a sudden need a morgue. I wouldn't think that when I woke up this morning that I would have to pick up my friend from high school. God this walkway is so cold I should have worn my blazer. The light above us starts to flicker. "Okay, let's get this over with." We made it into the main autopsy room to see the corner start to finish up the last few stitches on Kayla. You can see the mark on the side of Kayla's neck. It looks like someone took a knife and repeatedly cut the neck to look like bite marks from a wolf or coyote. She is so pale. You would think that she would have some color to her besides her dark brown hair. We stop to wait for the okay from the corner to collect the body.