Killer Graves

Chapter 7

When I looked up from my car door after putting a stack of what seemed like thousands of papers, but in reality, it was like 20 different articles and 5 death certificates on my passenger seat next to my Nightmare before Christmas Loungefly backpack, Michael was gone. I swear I was only in my car for what seemed like five seconds. How the hell did this man disappear like that? Where the hell would he go?

I am still pissed off that the police think I did these murders. I need to get to the clerk of courts to see if they have any of the older police reports from these murders back in the 1920s. It seems impossible, but there is a high chance of there being little to no crime. The thing that trips me up is the fact that I am being set up for murder. The real question is where everyone's blood is. Oh, it is probably spread all over the latest crime scene. I started to get in my car, and it started pouring down again. Great, why does the weather always match my mood?

I started to start my car before flashing blue lights came right up behind me. I turned to see the police surprise surprise. I stayed in my car as they started to walk towards me. I start to roll my window down when they go past me to go investigate the library. Thank god. If they had stopped here at my window, I probably would have been arrested for going off on them. After restarting my engine, I headed to the clerk of courts. I ended up pulling out my phone to call Angela. She is an old college friend of mine from college to see if maybe she could help me solve these old murders and to even save my ass.

“Hey Angela, I need your help.”

“If it is to hide a body, no.”

“Girl, don't be joking like that right now. I am a suspect in a string of murders."

"What girl, I so have to leave Thibodaux now to come to Crowley. I so need to see why they think you are the serial killer."

“ Okay, do you need me to send you my address to crash at my place or do you want to stay at the only hotel here?”

“Send me your address when you can, and I will let you know when I will be there.”

“Okay, I will send it and talk to you later.”

“Okay, talk to you later.”

I hung up with Angela and started to park my car because I made it to the clerks of courts office. Once I was parked, I texted Angela my address then quickly put my phone in my backpack, so it doesn't get any water damage. I am so grateful that Angela is coming to help me. She was studying for her degree in forensic science. She might be able to pinpoint how everyone died, whether it was from blood loss first or the way their body was found. She can also help with the police reports and the crime tech forensic reports. Oh, wait, there weren’t any real forensic tests during the original murders.

I got out of my car to head to the police annex to see that it was locked up due to the storm cutting off their powers. Well, that was a bust. While I was walking back to my car, I remembered that the funeral director at the time had been keeping a record of the funeral sales during that time, so I should head over there to the basement to see if I could find those records to see if there was anything that might help us with the investigation. I started sprinting in the rain towards my car, splashing my way through the puddles. My pants are drenched with water. I finally made it to my car to get out of this rain. Once in my car, I checked my phone to see she texted me saying that she would be at my place in about two hours and thirty minutes till she gets to me. With that being said, I believe I have enough time to get to the funeral home to see if I can get those papers.

I started my car to start driving as I saw something in the window of the police annex staring back at me. It was probably one of the employees, but then the shadow moved from the window. I disregarded the shadow and brushed it off my mind and turned my engine over to start the twenty-five-minute drive to the edge of town to the funeral home. That would leave me about two hours to search the basement and to head back to my apartment to meet Angela there. I started to drive off and think about why I was being targeted. The only thing that I could possibly think of is an old ex-girlfriend from college who has been so obsessed with me since I met her. I think it has to do with the fact that I am a gothic female who is so pale and looks like a vampire.

She had this weird obsession with vampires to the point that she really did believe that she was truly a vampire. She had believed that she grew up with Lestat as her father and she was from the early 1800s. I had broken up with her when I walked into her dorm, seeing the wall full of different photos of me in different poses, like I was sleeping in a coffin. Like who would do that? It was so creepy, but I haven’t heard from her in over five years.

I was driving along the highway to get to the funeral home when in the treeline was a shadow running along with me. The shadow looks human when the lighting flashes. I think I am letting go of the stress of everything, and it is starting to make me see things. I was in desperate need to ask Angela to hit me, then get blacked out drunk. As I was thinking of Stephine, I turned the car off the highway onto the entrance of the funeral home parking lot to head through the back of the parking lot to go behind the building to appear at the backdoor to the basement. I got out of my car to head to the basement.