Jeepers, where did you get those eyes?

Five

Maggie sighed as she was sat once more at the table. She had just given the cops all the information she could muster without tearing up again and shaking violently. She rubbed her arms and shivered; she felt cold even through her thick sweater. As the cops talked to the waitress, they kept eyeing her and the others while Darry put on a clean shirt.

"You should have left out the part about the phone call." Trisha says behind Maggie.

"It wouldn't have mattered. They think we're crazy. I can see it in pretty boy's eyes." Darry grumbles as Maggie leans her elbow on her knee and puts her chin in her hand while the other one hugged her waist. Then the cops walked up.

"Okay, were running the plates and we've got some people to their way to the old church. These kids you saw on that wall, who were they again?" the male cop asks.

"Darla Cleeway and Kenny Brandon." Darry huffs.

"found their car all smashed up about 20 years ago. Am I remembering this right?"

"Yes."

"Those bodies would be nothing but bones by now. You said they still had skin on them and he had a ring on his finger."

"Yes, I class ring that said Wheaton high, class of 78'. How could we make something like that up?" Maggie says.

"I didn't say you made it up." The cop says gently, causing Darry to snort and her to roll her eyes, glaring up at him and crossing her arms.

"But you don't believe us." She huffs.

"Look, I touched the body myself. It felt like petrified wood like he preserved them somehow." Darry says.

"He had them stitched together like some kind of creepy quilt or something." Maggie says shakily as she began to nibble on her thumb again.

"I'm just trying to get all the facts here."

"And I told you the facts, WE told you the facts. Two suspects are enough aren't they?" Darry growls as he points to his sister. "This guy has to have 5, maybe 6 hundred bodies on there, all staked up like some twisted demented version of the Sistine chapel." He continues.

Maggie whimpers as tears began to form once more in her eyes. She hated crying so much but her fear always gets the best of her sometimes. The cops still gave the both of them a weird look and Darry huffs out in irritation.

"Look in the pipe if you think we're lying." He says crossing his arms.

"No one says your lying. But this is a pretty big story your laying on us here."

"Hey!" suddenly the waitress approaches behind them, looking wary.

"That's your car out at the pumps isn't it?" she says pointing outside.

The siblings got up and ran outside, stopping short of the car and seeing their clothes were everywhere, including Maggie's undies.

"What the hell!" Trisha shouts as they rush to the car, picking up their clothes.

"bunch of folks saw him through the window." The waitress says causing the three to stop.

"The man there at your car. He was standing there at your car sniffing that laundry. Holding big handfuls of it under his nose. Looked like he was liking it too. When someone knocked on the glass, he took a pair ladies panties and ran off." The waitress explains.

"Ladies panties?" Maggie whispers as she looks at her laundry, getting in the car and looking through her suitcase. Sure enough her favorite lacy undies were missing. She shuddered and stepped away from the car, hugging herself.

"Which way he run off Binky?" the waitress ask the man, who pointed in the same direction the truck went.

"God... he took my underwear, why did he take my underwear?" she whimpers.

"He's after us. He's after us cause he knew what we saw..." Darry grumbles scooping up more of their clothes and shoving them in Maggie's bag before going to shut the door but paused.

"Hey, you guys interested in a handprint?" Darry asks.

Trish and the cops run over, looking at the strange dust that was hooked onto the handle like fingers. But strangely the prints looked flakey, almost dried like dust.

"You can dust that right, get a print?" Darry asks as the cops look it over.

"Looks like somebody already did." The cop replies.

Maggie gulps as she paced a bit but paused when she heard a strange noise above, like large wings flapping. She looked around, up at the sky and around in the dark but she saw nothing. She shivered, hugging herself as she felt like there were eyes on her. Perhaps it was the patrons at the window, perhaps it was the waitress. Or perhaps it was him. Her lip quivered as she leaned on the side of the car, sniffling as tears fell again.

Meanwhile, he flew back to his home with a full can of gas, quickly grabbing the sweater from inside and stuffing it in his coat before dousing the area, the bodies and the supplies. Then he went up the steps to the church and began to splash gasoline on the stools and walls before taking out a lighter and lighting it quickly. He watched it burn quickly before he drove away in his truck, hiding it behind a large sign and turning it off. He leaned back and dug the new addition to his collection from his pocket. A pair of used panties hang in his claws and he grins at the name inside; Maggie Jenner. He licked his lips, holding them tightly and bringing them to his nose as his pants tightened even more. He was still hard from before when he first saw her in the window. He unbuttons his pants, pulling up his shirt before palming himself a moment with the sleeve of the sweater while imagining his future catch again.

She wore another dress that buttoned all the way; easy access for him. Her thick sweater made her look small and petite, which made him want to rip it off her and nibble her flesh. He smirked as he rubbed the sweater with his hand across his exposed belly and pressed the panties to his face, loving every second of it while he humped the sleeve. Her face was freshly washed and her hair was pulled back in a loose braid, small strands falling down her neck. He wanted to run his fingers through it while he pounded into her from behind. Her eyes were red from the tears and she was nibbling on her thumb. He could imagine her nibbling on his own thumbs, moaning and screaming as he took her for the hundredth time, squeezing those juicy little thighs around his waist as he fucked her against his truck, lifting her up with her dress bunched up in her lap with her panties hanging off an ankle. She would want him then, bucking against him grasping at his coat and nibbling his fingers.

Then he came again, careful not to get any on the sweater and licked the panties before roaring out his climax. Afterwards, he cleaned himself up and got out of the truck, tucking his lovelies into the glove box for safe keeping before locking the truck up. He then spread his wings again, shooting up into the sky in search of his prey. Now its time to collect more strength before he took his prize.