This is a small story I'm writing and wanted to share with the rest of you all, Thanks
~ Caleb
Well, this all started 6 months ago, I was working at an insurance agency in Tallahassee Florida and living 40 miles west near a small town called Altha. It was a long drive every day in my red convertible 1960 Pontiac Bonneville. I Drove everyday thru the buzzing thick traffic in the city all day and usually took a dirt road short cut on the way home to escape large public roads. There was an old white lime rock road that went right pass my little home. I took this small road often and knew there were a few people who also lived down it. John was an elderly man who took care of some local kids. I waved at them daily and very occasionally would stop and talk to John. I always loved the back roads because of the fresh air and open breeze with the white top off my car. Often times I would sing along to some of my favorite songs that rarely were played on my radio station. I had driven the past couple of days with the top on due to some serious weather conditions. The weather was all cleared up that day and I had been stuck up in my office all day. I let the top down and hoped in my long red automobile, I drove down the interstate a ways till I found my exit and slowed down as I pulled to the side. Once I had gotten down to about 55 mph I was entering HWY 69 on my way home, I drove on for about 7 miles then turned right down my little short cut, I pulled off the dirt road to set my radio, with the turning of the knobs some static and buzzing the song came clear thru my speakers, I smiled and pulled the shifter into gear and pulled away. As I was traveling I sang along and looked around at all the beautiful trees and fields, then the car jolted and banged really hard. I looked up in the rear view mirror to see a small area where the rain had washed out that part of the road. As I looked back in front of me I saw something I couldn’t make out, just as I had looked it was hitting the front of my car, I nailed my brakes as hard as I could. The car skidded to a stop, I jumped out and ran to the back of the car, I saw nothing but blood, I ran to the front of the car, there was blood smeared on the front of my big chrome bumper, I could hear a crying painful moan. Dropping to my knees I looked under the front of the car and there it was, about midway under the car was a kid, I panic jumped to my feet and ran to the side of the car and laid down on my stomach, pulling myself as far as I could under the low heavy car I reached the kids feet, I grabbed his small shaking legs and pulled, He screamed in pain as I realized his head was stuck between my hot mufflers and the hard lime road. My heart stopped beating. I just ran over the small helpless thing. I didn’t know what to do, all I knew was this small kid was in a lot of pain and I needed to get him out, but how? An idea popped into my head, I quickly got in my car, pulled the shift into reverse and went back. After about 20 feet noticing the body hadn’t become visible yet I knew I was still dragging him. I jumped back out of my car and ran to the front, there was blood all over the road and I still had the poor kid under the automobile, I got back on my hands and knees only to find the kid was now stuck under the boiling hot headers I then lost all means of thought, I hopped in and Threw the shift in gear mashing the accelerator to the floor. The car’s tires spun throwing dust and rocks all over the place. About 100 feet later I mashed my brake pedal again. I got out and ran to the back of the car, still no body! I was so Scared and in shock. It was at that moment I remembered I had a jack in the back of the car! I quickly ran to the trunk in opened it and got the jack I fell to the ground, With tears in my eyes and heavy breathing I placed the jack under the frame and began jacking It up, once I had the car up high enough I crawled under the back of the car in the pools of blood and grabbed the kids mutilated body and pulled the small thing to me, I sat on my knees holding the blood cover kid, crying I looked at the young kid, he looked up at me, blood ran from his nose and mouth he open his mouth then collapsed in my arms, looking at the dead corpse in my arms and at the large pools of blood mad my stomach turn hard, I was completely covered in blood and had blood all over my car. I slowly stood up with the body and laid it in my trunk. Slamming the trunk I kick the jack out from under the car in anger and sorrow. I slowly got in my automobile and drove home I pulled behind my little one bed room home where I lived by myself. I went inside and got a shower, washing the blood off my arms chest and face took some while seeing the blood had dried on the way home. After I finished getting cleaned up I went outside to my barn and got my shovel. I walked about a half a mile back in my woods to two old large Oak trees then started digging a hole. After 30 minutes I had a hole 4 feet deep and about 4 feet by 2 feet. I walked back to the house and went inside. As I walked into my kitchen I bent over and got a large black garbage bag. I went to my car and opened it slowly, the smell of blood and flesh filled the air, I grabbed the body that was already getting stiff and slid it into the large bag. After I got it into the bag I threw it over my shoulder and started walking into the dark woods. You could hear the leaves and sticks crunching under my feet as I slowly carried the corpse to its grave. Once I had reached the spot where I had dug the hole, between the two oak trees. I dropped the heavy bad in the deep dark hole and began to cover it. After covering the hole I grabbed my shovel and slowly walked back to my barn. I was thinking of how I was going to get rid of all the blood in my trunk and off my white seats, out of the corner of my eye I saw an old tin jug that had gasoline in it. I thought what if I burned the car and collected the insurance from my office? I quickly grabbed the jug and walked to the car. Once at the car I twisted the rusty lid off and began to cover the cars seats and filled the trunk with gas and covered my hood windshield etc. to make sure it burned all the way. I used up all the gas and went to the back of my car and unscrewed the gas cap to my gas tank so the fumes would come out and ignite with the rest of the car. I walked inside and got some matches, I got about ten feet away from the car, lit the match and threw it at the car. The match landed just shy of the driver side door. I lit another match, my shaking hands dropped it at my feet. I stomped it out and lit the third match, taking a step closer and stretching out as far as I possibly could I threw the little match, It landed in the passenger seat. The car made a bluish green glow as the gas burned then exploded like a bomb. Fire went everywhere, I threw my hands up in front of my face as the heat hit me. I feel to the ground in pain, the car was burning and it was burning hot. The skin on my hands was completely burned off and the bottoms of my arms were burnt really badly also. I Crawled to my back door and stood up, I looked at the gold door knob and then down at my hands from the light of the flickering fire I could see my hands were burned badly. I tried to grab the door knob. I grabbed it with both hands and turned it. My hands felt like they were still burning. The cold door knob was so hard to twist with my raw hands. With a laud click my door open, I pushed it and stumbled inside. When I got inside I slowly walked to my kitchen sink, my shaking pink hands grasped the clear knobs of the sink. I turned them both and watched the cold water begin to pour out of the spigot. I closed my eyes and shoved my hands under the water. I yelled at the top of my lungs when the cold water ran over my raw shaking hands. It was the most painful thing I had ever experienced in my entire life. I slowly walked into my dining room and looked in the window at my plants. Scanning all of the quickly I spotted my aloe plants, I quickly broke of a piece of the green aloe plant the aloe oozing all over my hands felt so good to the burns I walked to my bathroom and got some bandages. With both my hands burnt so badly it took a very long time to wrap my hands correctly. I finally had finished cleaning up my burns and bandaging them, by this time I was so exhausted and tired that I could barely stand up. I looked out my kitchen window, the car was still burning good. I walked back to my bed room and collapsed on my bed. I dreamed about what had happened that day and had dreams of wild animals digging up the body and destroying it. I was so frightened that the next day I had planned to go out there and place rocks on top off the grave. I didn’t wake up till well after 11 PM to the sound of my phone ringing. It was my office. I answered and told them I was injured last night and wouldn’t be in today. I got dressed and put my boots on. Opened the door with my sore bandage covered hands and headed out to the woods.
Chapter 2 will be on next week.
