My dearest friend

6

 Emma was pacing through her room while I sat on her bed bouncing my leg up and down out of stress, a bad habit I usually do when I'm nervous and scared.

'Are you sure you weren't hallucinating or something? M-Maybe it was something else in that bag.' said Emma frantically.

'It was the size of a grown human, yeah, I'm pretty sure about that.' I said as frantic as her. 'And he had trouble carrying it too. It took him a few minutes to get it into his truck.'

'It could have been a molded carpet or something broken.' Emma said.

'No. It was bendy and had the shape of a face at the top and limbs.' I said.

Emma stopped for a second and had to process everything that I was telling her. She walked to the window then turned her head to me.

'Are you sure?' asked Emma

'YES! I'm very sure, Emma. I saw him dragging the trash bag from his house to his truck then putting it into his truck, then he drove towards the road entrance to the forest and from there I couldn't see anything.' I said already on my feet and started to pace with her.

Mittens jumped on the bed and made circles around a spot and layed there. I brought him too. I couldn't leave him with a, maybe, killer. What if his blood thirst isn't fully quenched and decided that poor Mittens is a good candidate for his next killing? What if that's not his first killing? Oh god! What if he didn't have neighbors because he killed them? Ok, I'm exaggerating now. No, I'm not, the possibilities are endless.

I was just staring blankly at the floor and didn't say a word and Emma finally shook me. I wasn't listening.

'Are you listening?' asked Emma.

'No, sorry.' I said a little jumpy. 'I was in my own train of thoughts. Could you please repeat?'

'I said that maybe he had Halloween decorations that got broken and it was a skeleton or a doll' said Emma.

'No. He hates Halloween. He's religious.' I said. 'There's no way in hell that that could have been something else but a dead body.'

Emma looked at me with the same expression I was giving her. Fear and confusion. There must be some contradictions in his stories and his actions. If he's so religious, wouldn't he reconsider knowing that murder is an unforgivable sin.

'Ok. Ok. Maybe he had an intruder and accidently shot him in the head.' said Emma.

'I would have heard a gunshot then.' I said.

'Sound proof walls?' said Emma.

'I could hear his music from my window. A gunshot is louder.' I panicked more.

'Maybe he just gave him a blow to the head with a bat or stabbed the intruder.' said Emma looking more desperate for a logical explanation that doesn't involve murder.

'Then he would have called the police, not taken the body to the forest.' I said.

Emma sat down and looked more desperate than ever.

'He doesn't seem like the guy that would do this...He looked quiet and a little troubled, but overall was nice with everyone. He didn't look like he could kill anyone.' said Emma putting her left palm under her chin.

'The most innocent looking are the deadliest.' I said. 'I suppose.'

Emma sat there without saying anything for what seemed like hours, maybe in her own train of thoughts. I guess I'm not the only one that dozes off to day dream.

'Emma' I said, 'I think we have to call the cops.'