Dead men spread no rumours

Chapter 6

Weeks after I decided it was unhealthy to keep stressing about the disappearances of Ellie, her little friend and Cecil. I had taken to walking in the fields around the town to distress and let myself think clearly. Rumours had plagues the town; whispers of Ellie running away to France, Cecil being forced out of his home due to financial issues. I knew these weren't true but I couldn't help thinking. What if. As I strode towards the creek in the warm evening collecting pebbles to skim. The creek was a special place for me. Whenever I felt troubled or needing a break from the gossiping town I would seclude myself to this little world where the branches of the trees dipped their fingers in the soft full of the water.

As I was listening to the sounds of the countryside and the plops of the pebbles, a glint of a reflection in the water caught my eye, something gold had managed to catch a sliver of light and reflected at me. Reaching down and grasping the object I felt my heart stop, the blood drain form my face as I realised what I had just discovered. A gold ring. Wedding ring. The ring wasn't the issue. It was what was attached to it. I was frozen. Unable to move or scream as I held the water soaked hand of Ellie. As the clouds passed, allowing more of the fast draining evening light in I caught the sight of what appeared to be pale underwater plants under cloud, now revealed itself as the pink bloodstained, wispy hair of Cecil only meters way from Ellie and the young farmer. I had to get away. I had to tell some one. As I turned feeling nauseous as if a ghost or spirit had walked though my soul. Clambering up the creek bank I emerged to see first a blood stained baseball bat, a sly smile that the devil would have been proud to produce and the shiny gold badge of the town officer.