It All Started Here

An Uncanny New Friend

Cory's P.O.V

"Hey Archer, it's Cory... I was wondering if you were still in the Vegas area, I ran into an incident and kinda need some help. You still owe me from a while back and I know you know how to deal with this kinda shit... Sorry for the text out of nowhere, but I really need some fucking help."

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 "I was thinking, after we are done here, maybe we could go get breakfast and catch up."

"I dunno if I really have an appetite after burying two dead bodies."

"This is... Isn't your first time doing this."

"Yeah, but its been a while, I thought I was done. I wanted to be done."

I dropped my shovel and wiped my face. "O-oh. You could have said something, you didn't have to do this."

"Look man, you said it yourself, I owe you and I do know what i'm doing. It's best I do help you." Archer sat down next to me "There's a good place down the road, let's go there after. But for now let's just get this over with." Rustling behind us caught our attention.

"What the fuck was that?" Archer shot up and followed the noise, I followed close behind. 

Sitting under a tree a few yards away was a man about our age. He was reading a book and quietly humming to his self.

"Do you think he knows we are here, or what we are doing?"  I couldn't really tell what Archer was thinking. But I could tell he was deep in thought.

"Stay here, I'm gonn- wait, where'd he go? I did't even look away from the dude."

"Evening gents." The guy was now standing in front of us. How the hell did he move that fast? 'It's a great night to be out in the woods ain't it?"

"Um... Yeah, you could say that. Why are you out here?" The guy is like five foot six and couldn't weight much more than a hundred and ten pounds. He looked pretty normal, but something seemed to be off about him, and my gut was screaming it at me. 

"I live in the house just past the clearing, I always come out here to get away from the chaos at home. I think I should be the ones asking what ya'll are doing out here. But I'm a civil person and just thought I'd ignore the fact there are two men, not much older then twenty, burying two dead girls in the abandoned property out behind my home. 

At the statement he just said, I looked over at Archer with wide eyes, Archer stepped forward and spoke up.

"How long have you been out here watching us? And what kind of person are you to see people burying bodies and not call the fucking police? Cory, we need to go, now." I did't need to hear him say that twice before going over and picking up our stuff. This guy is a creep. Now I know what my gut was trying to say.

We left before the man said anything else. Thank God he didn't try to follow us back to my car. We went to the diner and sat for a few hours drinking coffee and trying to forget what happened before we were finally ready to eat. At about quarter to seven in the morning, when we were ready to head home and get some sleep, the mystery man stepped in the diner. He looked around for the table to sit, and when his eyes landed on us he perked up.

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Long time since I wrote on here. Hm. While writing I forgot what Cory's name was, let's just say I has replaced it with a few different ones before I got it right. LOL. Anyway, have a great day to any of my readers.

~Cory