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Twenty-seven years ago, is when it happened. And it looks like it's about to happen again. |
It’s Happening Again “There is one good thing about what happened here about twenty-seven years ago,” says Brenda Stocks as she spoke into a microphone in front of an old, converted barn. “At least no teenagers, preteens, or children were killed here by that crazy madwoman. “Only those in their early twenties were killed by that woman,” continues Brenda. “When she was finally stopped, there had been thirty that had been killed over a six-month killing spree. And those are the ones that the cops know about. Who knows how many more of them that there may be buried in this old, converted barn?” Brenda steps to her side so that her camerawoman, Monic Jasper, can get a good look at what she is now pointing at. “Why did she kill all those young women? Because she wanted to be young again herself. And she wanted to stay young forever. That’s why she killed them.” “Why am I here doing this story?” asks Brenda. “It’s because Dr. Stephanie Colbert has been released from her mental institution after twenty-seven years.” “Stephanie should have been executed for what she had done or sent to prison for the rest of her life,” continues Brenda. “Instead, she pleaded Temporary Insanity and she got sent to a mental institution.” Brenda smiles. “Stephanie probably would have been better off if she had gone to prison. With good behavior, she most likely would have gotten release long before now.” Looking at the large group of people who have gathered there behind Monic, Brenda gestures to Monic to slowly pan around them. “Some think that Stephanie will be returning here to start her killing spree all over again. And I am one of them. After all, this is still her property.” It looks like I’m not the only one who thinks she is coming back here. I’m just wondering how many of you are here to kill her before she starts killing again, thought Brenda as she continues to look at all the others there. Just then a man pushes his way through that crowd of watchers. He comes up to Brenda and takes her microphone from her. “I am Detective Roger Paul. And we have been using the lighthouse about a mile away to watch for Stephanie,” says Roger as he points in the direction of that lighthouse. “The lighthouse may not be operational anymore. But we can still use it to see Stephanie if she comes back here. And that is what we have been doing. In fact, we have just seen her. She will probably be here any minute now.” A few minutes later a very loud horn comes blaring from behind the crowd of others there. That horn is coming from a car pushing its way through that crowd. Already knocking some of them out of its way as it continues through it. “I think that our resident crazy is home.” Brenda turns the volume up on her microphone to turn it into a megaphone. “Everyone, get out of her way. It looks like she’s starting her killing spree already. Only this time she doesn’t care who she kills.” The crowd parts to let Stephanie pass. They all start complaining about her being there. And why she shouldn’t be. Stephanie gets out of her car and grabs the microphone from Brenda. “I’m not going to kill anyone.” “As for why I’m here, this is still my property. And I want you all out of here,” says Stephanie. “It has only been a month,” says Brenda. “And Stephanie has already killed seven young adults.” Brenda places her hands on his desk and leans in until she’s face to face with Roger. “You have been put in charge of Stephanie. Keeping her from killing again. Yet, that is what she has been doing. What are you going to do about these latest killings?” “What killings are you talking about?” Roger asks. “We have been watching her twenty-four/seven. And we haven’t seen any killings.” “Stephanie hasn’t even been going to that old-converted barn of hers,” continues Roger. “She hasn’t left her house since she returned.” Brenda straightens up and takes a few deep breaths to calm down. “I don’t know how she’s doing it. But I’m getting some good info that she is at it again. And I want to know what you are going to do about it.” Roger enters the interrogation room where Stephanie is at. Stephanie shakes her handcuffed hands at him as he enters. “What I am I doing here?” “Let me guess,” continues Stephanie angrily. “There has been a killing. And I did it of course.” “There have been seven in the last month,” says Roger. “And your name has come up as to being the one who probably killed them.” Stephanie looks at Roger with anger written all over her face. “I didn’t kill them. And you should know. You or one of your cop buddies have been watching me around the clock ever since I returned here.” “I don’t know how you are doing it either,” says Roger. “But there is some evidence that says you are doing it.” “What evidence?” Stephanie asks. “There can’t be any evidence because I haven’t been doing it.” Roger hands a piece of paper to Stephanie. She reads it. “It's a search warrant to search your property. That includes your house, this old-converted barn, and all your land. Especially, any place a body may be buried.” “We might as well start with this old-converted barn,” says Roger. “After all, that is where you killed all of your victims twenty-seven years ago.” After Roger enters that converted barn, six more police officers join him. Once inside they split up to search what is left of it. It doesn’t take them long before Officer Walter Younger calls him over to a spot of loose dirt. They start digging as soon as everyone is there. And in no time at all, a body of a young female is found. Brenda continues taking pictures. “I have a feeling that you are going to find six more females like this one.” Stephanie looks at the body they have unearthed. “I didn’t do that. I’m being framed. Someone else killed her and planted it here.” “Who would frame you?” Roger asks. “I don’t know,” answers Stephanie. “Probably someone in this town that doesn’t want me here.” Roger smiles. “I can understand someone is framing you. But I don’t think that anyone here would kill to do it.” “You are under arrest for the murder of this woman,” says Roger. “And anyone else we may find here.” Roger grabs Stephanie and she pulls away as he turns her around to cuff her. After she falls, a gun pops out of her handbag. “She has a gun,” shouts Walter. And before Roger can stop them all six police officers there pull out their guns and fire at Stephanie. Brenda goes to check Stephanie. “I don’t know which bullet killed her. But at least one of them has.” “It looks like you are going to get your story after all,” says Roger as he walks out of that old-converted barn with Brenda. Roger and Brenda stop just before leaving to look at the seven dead females on the ground behind them. “I guess I will,” says Brenda. “There’s only one slight problem with that. Stephanie was right. She was framed for these seven killings.” Roger stops and looks at Brenda with a shocked look on his face. “How do you know that?” “Because I’m the one who framed her,” answers Brenda. “I’m also the one who put that gun in her purse. The way that everyone feels about her, I knew if she had a gun that someone would shoot her. Of course, I was kind of surprised when everyone did it. Except for you.” Pulling his gun, Roger points it at Brenda. “You are under arrest for the deaths of eight women.” Brenda smiles. “Maybe you can arrest me for the seven females that I have killed. But you can’t for Stephanie. Your other police officers did that.” “You can arrest me,” says Brenda as she holds out her hands. “But it’s not going to do you any good.” “Haven’t you noticed that in the last five years since I came back here, that I haven’t aged one bit?” asks Brenda. “There’s a very good reason why I haven’t done it.” Roger looks her over. “I have noticed. But I just figure you are one of those people who don’t age quickly.” “That’s not the reason why,” says Brenda. “You can arrest me, and I can be convicted of killing those seven females from nearby cities. But you can’t execute me for doing it because I’m already dead. I have been for the past twenty-seven years.” Word Count = 1,471 |