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We made it to the track, I checked the time it was 1:30 pm, we've been out doing this since 9 am. "They searched a ten-mile diameter circle around the track," I explained, "however will do 15 miles one" Ashlyn looked at me "why that big?" I place my hand over my eyes shielding from the sun, "cause they never found anything in the radius, so we are going farther." I say as I started the lead on the search.
After what seemed like hours in the woods, we didn't find much evidence. Except for maybe a torn fabric, but that isn't enough for concrete evidence. "Lucas!" I hear Ashlyn shout, I came running with my gun drawn, she gasped "no! I'm fine, but look!" She said pointing to a footprint.
I stared at it, I stepped beside it. "Foot size is a bit bigger than my seven and a half foot." I mentioned as everyone showed up, "but this is fresh." I stated, "how?" Aaron asked, "it rained late last night, the mud still damp here in the woods, the footprint was made recently." I explained as I stared off around us.
We walked out the woods, my head staying on a swivel till we got back to my truck, kicking the mud off our shoes.
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I had already given them backstory on the third victim, which happened on the third day, Lora was just getting out of high school. Nobody knew what the person looked like, so they couldn't warn anybody. Somebody came up to Lora to convince her and she got in their car. Based on eyewitnesses, other than that no one knows what he said.
Some speculated that he convinced her that he was a family friend coming to pick her up, that he needed help, theories are endless, but no one knew exactly what. We drove past the school, it's still active so we can't go there, but we can go to the location the vehicle was spotted. Some speculated that he went after just females, but we decided to look at both this one and the last victim.
The last victim was walking when he spotted the abandoned vehicle used to capture Lora. He was 16 years old, a dropout student coming home from his morning shift from the Deli two miles before the high school.
Unintentionally he came across the vehicle, 78 impalas (a/n: not sure but I am just guessing for vehicles) parked on the edge of the highway. The theory is, that he approached the vehicle and was captured. Because that's the route he takes home, I filled them in this information as we stopped the truck where the car used to be.
"What happened to the car?" Ashlyn asked as we stepped out of my vehicle, "impounded, then scrapped." I said staring at the woods, I went on to them about how they had found bloodstains on the backseat of the car and ran fingerprints and the blood through the system, and it was Dylan the fourth victim.
After hours searching the area, hours I mean two hours, it wasn't that long. I made it back to my truck before I was hit over the head and blacked out.
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Town of Red
HorrorA decade is a considerable span for a tragic incident to become ingrained as a significant event, marking the town with an aura of red, a symbol of horror. As a cold case reignites into a blazing investigation, the responsibility falls upon a single...