Killer Graves

Chapter 3

While sitting on the couch, I started to think back about how a 5-foot-7-inch man who is built like you stereotypical band nerd who doesn't look a day over 20 runs a funeral home so quickly? Michael literally popped up the next day looking for a job. No one has ever heard of this man before now, but his degree that hangs up in the main office on the first floor of the Gothic Victorian-built funeral home looks to be over 170 years old, just by the way the ink is fading off the paper. His degree is from Oxford School of Medicine. Michael is known not to walk the grounds when it is sunny out because he is allergic to the sun. He is only ever seen out and about town when the sky is very cloudy to the point it will rain and at night. No one ever sees him around town that often, but when they do, people do stare.

Mr. Lester got his degree in Funeral Services from Delgado Community College. The saddest part of it was when Michael showed up while I was moving Mr. Lester's body from the concrete floor of the basement to the parlor across from the main office on the first floor. He was casually moving his clothes into the second floor master bedroom adjacent to the bathroom and the upper level den.

The outside had police tape running across the front yard fence at the three-foot-wide parking lot entrance. All you can hear is the chatter from the multiple police radios and the swallowing breathing coming from the five-foot black-haired hazel-eyed woman who is holding her tears back after seeing her mentor dead on the floor with two identical puncture wounds perfectly spaced on his neck. The embalming room had a metal surgery table in the middle of the room with a drain pipe attached underneath the table by the foot. There is a metal headrest that the embalmer will place under your neck to keep your head from moving.

The police didn't find any fresh blood down that drain or find any blood on the embalming tools like the needle that gets attached to the machine that pushes the fluid through your body. Mr. Lester was sixty when he was murdered. There were no signs of forced entry into the funeral home between all the doors and windows. All the doors were locked and Mr. Lester never left a window open. The police had walked to the back of the house and saw the back door, a double french door style that was all white metal doors with a small window. It looks a lot like the doors that are in a school gym. To see an arrow pointing to the graveyard. The police have a lot to do on their plate. The town will be lucky that there is a new funeral director.

Now how does this tie into Kayla's murderer being the same person? It is because of the fact there is no blood at all on the grave of William Smith, who is the oldest grave in the cemetery. His grave is not that easy to get to unless you come from the south side entrance, which is off Jewel St. It was about 12 am when Mr. Lester died then two weeks later, Kayla, who is the stereotypical bubbly, athletic blonde cheerleader, has her throat ripped by a knife or a creature like a wolf is murdered. The bite mark looks staged by how the edges of the mark are sliced neatly, unlike a rip that has sharp edges. Her head was barely on her head just by a small piece of bloody flesh. No one knows who discovered Kayla's body. Her body was discovered around 7 am when the sun was shining so bright in the morning, creating the deadly Louisiana summer heat.

Why dump bodies in the cemetery?

It all connects to the funeral home. At Kayla's crime scene, just like Mr. Lester, there was no blood and no murder weapon left at the scene.

More than likely, there is someone who is murdering people at a different location. The murderer has the town going in hay wire over these recent events. The town is pulling at straws every night to protect their families by setting a curfew every night at eight pm. People are also creating groups of hunting parties to keep watch out for any wild animals. What type of animal drains the blood and only creates smooth straight edge cuts with its teeth?

The town members that are not part of the hunting party are doing crazy research into ways to see how in the hell they can point all the suspicion on Reyna due to how creepy and what she is into and the history of the town. There is a lot of supernatural lore attached to our town because of it being in Louisiana. A lot of people practice different religions as well as worship spirits. Plus, with all the lore down in New Orleans with vampires and old Cajun stories to keep children and other individuals in line. The one most people here are afraid of is the rougarou. A swamp creature that would sneak into your house and still the newborn or any naughty child in the house and take them away to be eaten or changed into one. The creature is a man who can change into a wolf-like creature that stands on two feet with thick coarse black hair that is dripping wet with mossy hanging on the hair in patches of nest.

The tourists come flying during the Halloween season to see a glimpse or potentially be changed into a vampire or werewolf. This is the only time that the town will come together to band up to protect themselves from danger that is not created by the elements that nature throws upon us. Nature is the only time that you see people who have hated each other for longer than the beginning of their life help build a house back up from the ground. This time you have people trying to convict someone who takes care of their family resting spot and who doesn't interact with others in the town because of their personality.

Why are the bodies being dumped in a cemetery? Where are all the original crime scenes at?

It's a dark, stormy Wednesday night. Thunder rolls through the town square, lighting striking in the forest behind the city hall. Police cars are slowly rolling through the streets, making sure that everyone abides by the curfew. A shadow lurks under the blackened out business awning looking for the next one. Homeless people sleeping under the streetlamps and bus stops trying to stay dry. There is a very nice librarian closing up the library about to walk home. Suddenly, a flash of lighting covers the sky. The petite-auborn haired pixie-style hair cut, sun-kissed skin, wearing cat-eye shaped prescription glasses in a stereotypical southern bell dress vanishes in thin air.