I found myself walking up the stairs in a daze the next morning. I had just seen two very disturbing and gruesome murders, I hadn’t sleep in over 48 hours, and then I see Cody moving a body. I was beginning to think I was in a coma and just dreaming. I walk in and sit down at my desk and I guess I had spaced out because I came too with Cody calling out my name and asking how I was doing. I stared blankly at him for a minute and managed to spit out, “I’m doing fine.” He told me I didn’t look very good and needed to get some food, to which I almost threw up. Food was the last thing I could think of at the moment, all I could see was blood spilling from the man’s throat and covering Randall’s shoes. Cody was a funny guy, short in stature, thick glasses and a deep voice that carried over several feet. He was always on time, and rarely took a day off. I couldn’t believe someone like him could do something like this, or even be involved with it. There was no way I could look these three in the face and hold myself together. Cody was always extremely helpful and great with the managers, he came from a good family, I even knew his brother. On social media, he spent time with his friends and family, and over all looked like your every day young adult.
I opened the browser on my computer to a local news stations website and on the front page I see an article, the title made me freeze in place, “Pastor of Local Church Missing.” He killed the pastor and Cody took the body. What in the hell have I done. What have I hired?! Surely Cody was not involved in any more of a way than helping them get rid of the body, after all he was an Alma native and knew all the back roads through the city and country. I could tell my body was starting to shut down from lack of sleep, so I decided to fake another doctor appointment and go take a nap in my car.
I woke up some time later realizing I had been out for a solid four and a half hours. I walk slowly up the stairs back to my desk , all of the previous days. I sat down at my desk and see a folded piece of paper. I opened it and the words “You’re next” were written in big letters. I shot straight out of my seat panicked and looked around. Cody turned around and looked at me through his glasses, “Hey, you’re next. You get to choose where were all going Thursday night.” I guess in my lack of sleep I had forgot Thursdays once a month were reserved for IT hangouts at Fridays or Papa’s. I sat back down waiting for my heart to stop beating through my chest and blurted out Mucks. I had only been to that bar a handful of times, I had no idea at that point why I said it. If I was a person wanting to die, I would have chosen that bar. I chastised myself for an hour over it, until I looked up and saw Cody on his phone. He got a text but his phone didn’t light up. He did a 360 in his chair looking at everyone then I saw him pull another phone out of his pocket, read a message, and look at Trevon and Randall. “Holy shit,” I said out loud, to which a few people turned and looked at me, I shook my head as if to say it was a computer problem, and watched Cody intently for the rest of the day.
By the end of the day, I had convinced myself that I was being slipped medication and this could not have been happening. How could I have hired three people, all killers? It made some sense for Cody and Randall, because they went to high school together, but Trevon went to an entirely different city. I was trying to piece together the connection when I noticed Cody standing at my desk. My mouth went dry, but I managed to hold a good poker face, and asked him what I could do for him. “I need to cut out of here kind of early today, my gal is coming in town and I’m wanting to get my place cleaned up before she gets here.” I tried to convince myself that was the other phone, one just for his girlfriend, but I knew that wasn’t it after what I had seen the night before. “Not a problem, ‘cgreen’” I told him. With that, he started back to his desk to gather up his things.
Without too much hesitation, I decided that I was going to try and be less obvious about leaving when they did, and grabbed my company iphone, turned on find my iphone, and put the phone on silent. I ran downstairs as fast as I could, praying that Cody’s doors were unlocked, they were! I threw my phone in the pouch behind his backseat, and took off running so that he wouldn’t spot me. I was making my way up the three flights of stairs, completely out of breath , turned the corner and saw him finishing saying goodbye. I felt at that time my luck was running thin, and needed to be a lot more careful before these psychopaths caught on to me. I logged into my computer and watched as Cody left work, and watched as the towers pinged the phone. After twenty minutes, about the time it takes to get to Alma, I saw his car stop, I google mapped the co-ordinates and too my surprise, he was at home. My mind at that point was seemingly at ease, until about an hour later when I saw the flashing dot start moving again. Where was he headed? I didn’t even take the time to say bye to anyone, I grabbed my phone and took off out the door. I tracked Cody to a small house right off Kibler road, in a small country town called Kibler. I saw his car tucked around the backside of the house, so I parked across the street at a Dollar General, and walked over to the house. I could not hear any noise, and my heart began beating wondering if I was too late, I wonder how he killed her, a knife or a gun? Why was I wondering this? Why was I even thinking it was a her?
I could see through a window that Cody was sitting across the table from an attractive looking woman. She is eating a sandwich and he is looking at her intently as she is talking. I had seen this woman before, dark hair past her shoulders, she had definitely been tanning, and was very slim. I had kept glancing around as I am sure if anyone had seen me, I looked like a creep looking through these windows. I noticed a a neighbor nearby start his mower when I heard a little scream followed by a thud. I look back into the window to see a man laying on the ground, and Cody standing over him with a bat. I could feel my heart familiarly beat faster as I noticed the bat had several four inch nails sticking out of it. I see Cody tape the girl to the chair and turn her towards the man laying on the ground. I wanted so desperately to help but I was frozen, I couldn’t move or breath for minutes at a time it felt. I see Cody walk over to the kitchen drawer next to the refrigerator and pull out a pair of pliers. He slowly took the pliers and ran them across the girls shoulder. He leaned down on one knee, pulled the guys bleeding head off the ground and started to make his mouth move as he talked to the girl. I could not believe what the fuck I was seeing. He took the pliers and started ripping out the guys front teeth, one by one until he had six. He sat the guy upright against the wall that opened into the kitchen, and got into a baseball like stance, looked at the girl and laughed, and took a baseball swing at the guys face. He fell to the ground, already lifeless, to which Cody in his deep voice yelled “Headed to deep center field aannddd hoommee runnnn!!” He then leaned over the guy, pulled out a small pocket knife and carved something into the side of the guys face, some symbol; it looked very much like the one I had seen Randall carve in the day before. I was light headed, and it felt as though I was out of my body watching this take place. The woman was crying hysterically, I could hear the sobbing so loud it was deafening. Cody walked over to her with the pliers, grabbed her by the face and said in a very joking and calm manner, “Listen, you are lucky I don’t kill broads.”
I quietly leaned down and puked. I couldn’t handle this anymore, and I could not seem to figure out why I couldn’t just run in help her. Why was I so easily able to run away, what was I scared of, it was just a few guys, I had the locations of the murders, I could just go to the police. I heard a phone ring and Cody answered with a loud, but firm, “Randall, my man, where you at, were over at this broads house having some fun with her and her husband.” I heard a knock at the door and assumed it was Randall walking in. Cody’s loud flowing voice laughed and said “Come in.” Holy shit, was he about to kill someone else? I leaned back up to the window and saw the door start to open. When I saw who walked in I leaned down and puked again. At this point, I began thinking this was all a joke. Had I seriously unknowingly assembled a group of.. killers-- serial killers? I hear Cody shout almost as if he were a child running through the candy isle of Walmart, “I’m glad you decided to show up Brent!”
Submitted February 19, 2016 at 01:09AM by morphineseason http://ift.tt/1RRDoxS nosleep
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