Charles Lee McCabe
"My name is Shirley, and I really don't know where to begin." the young woman sat at the desk on the verge of tears. She had obviously been traumatized, but the man taking her statement was yet to hear the details of the horrific evening that led to this point.
"There were three of us," Shirley continued, "and we went to Lynda's uncle's place for the weekend. It was actually Angie's idea to get out of town for a little while. She had just broken up with her latest boyfriend and needed some time away. Being just about her only friends, we were the ones that had to take her.
"Lynda had been the only one that had been up to the cabin before, and even she admitted that it had been years since she had been there. When we got there, we got out of the car and took a look around. It was a very scenic spot, and it appeared to be the most serene spot on the planet. That is, until we went around the cabin and saw the bones. At first, they looked like human bones, but we decided that they were probably from a large deer. Now, I'm not so sure.
"We went back to the car, got our stuff, and headed inside where we found a neat little cabin looking just the way you would expect one to look. Wooden everything. No phone or television. Tub instead of a shower. Not even a lock on the front door. Honestly, I was just glad that there weren't heads on the walls. There were three bedrooms, luckily, and we soon decided who would sleep where. Before dark we decided that we wanted to build a fire, so of course we went out to find some wood, and that was when we first heard the laughter. It was getting on towards the evening and the sun had gone down, but it wasn't dark yet. It was very high pitched, that laughter, and seemed to be coming from everywhere. I know how crazy that sounds, but it really did seem to be coming from everywhere at once. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. We each had a good arm load of wood, so we decided it was as good a time as any to head back to the cabin.
"We had just got back to the cabin, closed the door, and unloaded the wood when it started to rain." Shirley stopped talking for a moment, and looked around the station. She noticed that, with the exception of a man in one of the holding cells, she was alone in the station with the man that was taking her report. She took a moment to get a good look at him. When she had come in to make her report, he had quietly asked her to have a seat and hadn't said much since. He had his hat pulled down on his head, almost as if he were trying to keep it from blowing away, but that couldn't be, not indoors. When she had looked around, she had noticed the man in the cell. He was laying with a blanket half on him. It also looked like he had spilled some coffee or other dark liquid as he was falling asleep. She guessed she was looking at the drunk tank, but in the dim light it was hard to be sure. She decided to continue her tale, no matter how hard it was going to be.
"I know this sounds like a made-up story, with all the usual elements; three girls on their own in the middle of the woods, disturbing sounds coming out of the woods, and even rain at night, but I can tell you that this horror was real. It was getting close to midnight, and the fire was starting to lower a bit, when we heard a banging on the side of the cabin. With the first thud, we all jumped, but with the second and third we decided that it was just a branch banging against the side. We could even remember seeing a few dead-fall branches hanging from trees that were close to the cabin. We were just going to leave it at that, until one of them hit the window and nearly busted it. Lynda said that since technically she was the host, she would go out in the muck and tear down the branch before it shattered the window. We had gotten over our scare from earlier, and had attributed it to nothing more than mountain cats. We heard they can make almost human like noises.
"Anyway, she went outside and she got to the branch. We saw her from the window. She pulled the branch down, and everything seemed okay. However, after she left our sight, we heard another bang against the cabin. This one was much louder, and it seemed to come from where she would have been. We waited for her to come back in, but five minutes passed and nothing. We were about to go out and look for her when we heard that maniacal laughter again. It seemed to be coming from where we heard that last thud. At that, we ran out to find Lynda. I mean, how could we not? What we saw as we turned the corner of the cabin froze us in our tracks. Lynda was lying against the side of the cabin, covered in blood, and even that part of the wall was covered in blood. We could see where part of her neck was ripped off, and we could see that there was still blood pouring from the wound. It was then that we heard the laughter again, but it was farther off. We tore our eyes from the scene of our friend's murder and saw a man off in the distance. We couldn't see him too well, but he was bald. I am sorry, but that was the only time I saw him. Not even when Angie… I'm sorry, I am getting ahead of myself.
"When we saw the bald guy, we ran back into the cabin. I wish we could have brought Lynda back in, but we weren't going to risk her fate. I know how horrible that sounds, but it's the truth. We got back in the cabin, and then remembered that there was no lock on the door. We couldn't even hide in any of the bedrooms because there were no locks on any of the doors! We were frantic. We could either stay in the cabin and risk that guy coming in on us, or we could make a run for the car, which was a good twenty feet away. After a few minutes, we decided to try for the car. Since I was faster than Angie, I decided I would run for the car and bring it up to the cabin in order for her to get in. I took a piece of wood from the wood pile. I just needed to have something that I could use to beat that maniac back with in case he tried something.
"I went running for the car and made it with no problem. Given how that went, I wish Angie would have just run with me. By the time I got the car started and the lights on, I could see the front door of the cabin standing open. I knew this wasn't part of the plan, but I thought she may have left it open in order to have a clear field when she made her run for the car. As I pulled the car in close to the cabin, I saw that that wasn't the case. There was blood on the porch, and there was blood on the inside of the front windows. I could also hear that freak laughing from inside. As the realization struck that both of my best friends had just been killed within the space of an hour, I got the car going and got the hell away from there!
"So, here I am, half out of my mind with grief, just about blind from crying, and filing a police report. I really hope you don't think I'm crazy. I want you to catch the freak that killed my friends!" With that, Shirley fell quiet. She took a deep breath, held it, and then let it go. She got up and decided to walk around. Her walk around the station took her close to the drunk tank a couple of times, but at first she was too lost in her own thoughts to pay much attention to it. However, after a few minutes of walking in circles, she started paying attention to her surroundings. With the man still typing up her report, for she could hear him at the other end of the room, she looked a bit closer at the man in the cell. The liquid that she had noticed earlier wasn't brown like she first thought, but a dark maroon. She also noticed a familiar set of marks on his neck. It was with this realization that another one came: she could no longer hear the man at the other end of the room. She didn't have time to scream when the laughter began right behind her. The last thing she saw was the gleam of a bald head out of the corner of her eye as she felt needles of pain in her neck.