The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue - Sex Stories

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue

... place. There were tools and a couple of old rusted appliances scattered around. The grass was sketchy, patchy here and there. The tools sitting out included several shovels, a pickaxe, and a post hole digger. Along the forest edge sat a dinged-up old Bobcat with a shovel attachment. I noticed the mountainous ground was rocky and hard. It must be bitch if you had to dig a hole here.

But why would Bart even need to dig a hole, let alone have all these digging tools sitting out here? He was an electrician, not a ditch-digger.

I looked around the yard again. There were a few spots in the yard where large puddles of standing rain water hadn’t drained – three or four of them. I could see a few more similar patches off into the woods.

They were a consistent size – about seven feet square.

“Oh, fuck,” I said softly.

“What?” Lila asked.

I didn’t answer, I splashed into the nearest puddle and started digging.

Angelina came out of the cabin with the ashes and approached really, really slowly.

I ran over and tried to start the Bobcat but it was dead, so I had to work by hand. Mina grabbed a shovel and joined me in the hole. The others all stood around me watching silently, realizing slowly what was happening.

About four feet down, we found...them.

“It can’t be,” Angelina said, backing away, her hand over her mouth. “That was just…just a rumor...no...no way…”

I looked up at her from the muddy, rocky hole where I stood - a pair of identical human skulls at ...

... my feet.

“You knew!” I said to her – I practically screamed at her. “Your whole fucking town knew and you didn’t put a stop to it. You people are monsters!”

PART VIII

The next few hours were a complete blur. Lila called the police, and soon the area was crawling with law enforcement. Angelina was separated from us. The last we saw of her that day she was riding away in the back of a trooper’s cruiser. We gave statements, but it was clear we were just here for the ashes Bart had stolen, so after hours of sitting around, we were thanked for our efforts and allowed to leave.

The drive home was spent in complete silence. I think we were all in shock. When we passed through town on the way to our house, the place was in utter chaos. The response from law enforcement was overwhelming. Unlike after the Helmsworth murders, this time they weren’t taking “no” for an answer from a bunch of bullshit locals.

Bart’s house and yard were cordoned off and it was lit up like a Christmas tree with police cars. And it wasn’t just the state troopers. The FBI and ATF had SUVs outside, and other agencies were scattered around town getting in on the party.

But the police presence wasn’t what made things really chaotic. There were townsfolk willingly coming out to the police to confess their complicity in covering up the murders. There were so many that the troopers established a command center in the little town hall where a line about a couple dozen deep waited.

The people in ...