Short scary stories

The house

My grandparents had a farm. It was a huge main house with cultivation fields far on the back and barns for all kinds of animals around it. I basically grew up on that place, I spent all my school holidays there and some weekend to.

They always said that, after they die, this farm would be mine. It's a lot of work to keep up everything, but it's worth it. 

It's peaceful and there's no one to bother you. Perfect for what I do. After all the last thing you need is nosy neighbors peeking on you because they heard "weird noises" or smell something rotten.

I'm not doing nothing wrong, indeed they should be thanking me for making this town a little less boring. 

In fact, what's more interesting than a missing person case?

I moved here six months ago and since then this town became more busier than ever. Before that the news were only politics and meteorology. Now the sheriffs have a real challeng besides separating bar fights.

My farm is in the middle of nowhere, the nearest house is 5 km away and the city is a 30 minutes car drive. Not mentioning the road is in awful conditions. Meaning, the accident hazard is pretty high.

The only thing that I need is someone to come near me. Which happens often with tourist and possible property buyers.  

Taking care of a farm is hard, you have a day full of work everyday. You need to have keepers to come see the animals to make sure they are healthy. And deep cleaning is regularly necessary. The neighbors knew my grandparents and, consequently, me. And a long as they know I'm just the lovely granddaughter of their old friends, that they saw growing. 

I have motive, opportunity and alibi. 

The only thing there's left to do is see the police put together the peaces that I left behind. Sometimes they find the bodies, but most of the time they just remain unsolved.

They have some suspects and theories. There were times that they did some searchs on the farms, but never finding anything.

-So, after everything you heard, do you really think they're gonna find you?- I said to the man tied up in front of me. He's already past the stage of being scared, he's angry. Not that I care, my gun is quicker than him anyways.

-They will find me, my phone has the location on.- He shouts, trying to free himself one more time without success.

As if I didn't had a plan already. Right now his phone is inside the car, at the bottom of a cliff.

I didn't answer. I turn away and leave the corn silo when I heard a car pull over my front door. The cops, again. 

They said they're looking for a missing man and have a mandate to inspect the farm areas. I think the cops were expecting some kind of fear coming from me. 

-Okay. There's anything you need me to do?- besides wasting your time with prepared lines, officer.

-Just follow us and bring keys to open any possible locked door, ma'am.- a guide tour it is.

They search the main house, barns, fields, lost an insane amount of time on the well to find nothing. One of the cops is old and seems skeptical to find anything here, he has worked in the police for a long time and must not think the people of this city are capable of such a heinous crime, but the younger one continues with a threatening face since he arrived here.

-Well there's nothing here. Thank you for your time ma'am.- the older one said. 

Finally!

-We still didn't check that place.- the younger pointed to the corn sile.- Do you mind if we take a look?

Fuck.

-No, just watch your steps, I clean it recently.

You locked the basement and the door it's not visible, relax. 

But the younger cop seems committed to find something suspicious.

-I didn't knew you could use such aggressive cleaning products in a place where food is stored.

-You need to keep it clean and it's gonna take a while until the corn is ripe, there will be no traces of produce when we harvest it.- if you don't take that look of your face your gonna be the next one locked here.

-I think we saw enought. Again thank you for your time.- the older one said.

I walked them to the door and they left. I just think the younger cop is gonna bring me problems. 

I guess is time to add a new piece to the puzzle. I wonder what can happen if the cop's finguer print was found at the crime scene.