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Chapter 3: The haunted farm
Ralph walked into the Jolly Roadhouse. It was a small tavern in the outer limits of Motton, a neighbouring town. It never took long to get to but he would rather drive than walk. It was early in the morning so the chairs were still on the tables, it still stunk of cheap liquor from the night before. Ralph had inherited the bar from his father in law who was killed by one of the local gangs.
"Is Irwin gone?" Ralph called out. Barbara was at the bar, she had been working there for some time and actually hated the job...Or the people.
"Left a few hours ago." Barbara said. He was a farmer who raised pigs in the outskirts of town, he was a complete weirdo.
"You can go if you want." Ralph said as he took the newspaper from the bar. They had it ordered there so he could grab it on the morning check up.
"Thanks." Barbara said as she picked up her bag from behind the bar.
"Tell Rachel I said hello." Ralph said as he scanned the morning highlights.
"Why don't you just tell her yourself." Barbara replied, Ralph darted his attention to her, his ghostly eyes fixated on her.
"Can't. Carrie has got this thing in a few hours, I just came to lock up...She's in the car." Ralph replied as he put the paper under his arm.
"Responsible." Barbara said sarcastically, she was not in the mood to deal with him today.
"Margaret will crucify me if I took her in here." Ralph replied. This was no joke in his eyes, she hates the bar and wants to get rid of it.
"How is...Margaret?" Barbara asked. It's how she said the name that made Ralph a little worried, the hatred danced over the word as it fell from her mouth.
"Tired of me." Ralph replied. They started turning off the lights, ready to lock up for the morning.
"You both clearly want a divorce." Barbara replied.
"I can't." Ralph said. He ran back to the bar, picked up a bar of chocolate he kept in the fridge, something he always has ordered in.
"Why?" Barbara asked.
"She's on the edge...She could hurt herself and Carrie." Ralph said as he walked to the door, keys in hand.
"And the bar?" Barbara asked.
"What?" Ralph asked as they walked outside in the blinding sunlight. He locked the door but covered his eyes.
"I know it's in her name….You get a divorce, you lose the bar, you lose your income….Construction work isn't that great this time of year." Barbara asked as they walked to their cars, there were three there.
"Fuck sake." Ralph said.
"Who is that?" Barbara asked, changing the conversation to the third car.
"Probably some guy who thinks its a free parking space." Ralph said as he opened his door.
"See you this evening." Barbara said as she jumped in her car and drove away.
"Yeah, have a good day." Ralph said as he stepped in. He kept his eyes on the third car though, there was someone inside...Smoking and watching him.
"Hey dad." Carrie said as she put her magazine down. He got her some teen magazines for the car, Margaret hated them so they had to do it in secret.
"Hey Carrie." Ralph said as he handed her a bar of chocolate, another thing Margaret hated.
"Thanks." Carrie said as she took a square. She offered him a piece and he quickly threw it in his mouth as he took off.
"Thanks..Excited?" Ralph asked, referring to her birthday which was in a few days.
"Yeah, I'm really..." Carrie said but as they were going to leave the carpark, the third car jumped out in front of them, making them stop quickly.
"You dirty fucking cunt." Ralph yelled out as he exited the car. He walked up to the man, still sat in his car with a cigarette in his mouth.
"I beg your pardon?" He asked as he rolled down the window. Ralph punched him and grabbed his shirt, dragging him forward.
"Tell your boss, I'm not John...Come after me, I will burn you in your sleep...Along with your families." Ralph snarled as he threw the man back. He walked back to his car and got in, Carrie a little scared but he showed no expression.
The car reversed and Ralph drove off.
Present
Chloe was at her desk, typing away on the computer. She had got herself some CCTV footage from all over the town when Rachel was supposed to have disappeared. She had spent hours trying to trace her locations but due to the incident, a lot of cameras had been destroyed.
"Any luck?" Marcus asked as he walked in with some coffees. He handed her one and sat down, going through some documents.
"What are they?" Chloe asked as she saw the thick folders, it looked like he had done genuine work.
"Whether or not people have seen her...eye witnesses." Marcus explained as he opened them up. He stunk but not of alcohol this time, she was a little surprise.
"Anything?" Chloe asked.
"Nobody has seen her but I was asking about unusual things that have been going on." Marcus explained. He was a little excited by it, he had done some actual police work.
"Bit of a long stretch." Chloe said as she leaned over to him.
"I have also been going into her old activities….Irwin Henty, know him?" Marcus asked.
"Pig farmer..Turned into serial killer." Rodney said as he walked over with a box of biscuits.
"She used to work on his farm over the summer." Marcus said as he showed them a picture of Rachel, he had taken it from some website that organised summer jobs.
"And?" Chloe asked, she was very tired and wanted to jump to the chase.
"I thought you were the good one...There has been reports of a person in the farm." Marcus said as he handed out some notes of people noticing someone on the farm.
"You think it's her?" Rodney asked.
"It's amazing what I can do when I'm sober." Marcus replied but it was followed by a slight twitch, Rodney picked up on this.
"Let's go and have a look, check it out." Chloe said as she grabbed her jacket.
"I'll get a team together." Rodney said as he grabbed his phone.
The three drove up to the farm, it was a boring day where it looked like it was about to rain. There was backup around the corner, a group of armed men Rodney had convinced to tag along, he was former SWAT after all. They walked up to the farm, mud jumping up all of their trousers. The mud was still wet, must have rained the night before but as they approached the farm, they noticed something was odd. It has been abandoned for around a year now, people tried to avoid it as much as they could...Junkies and homeless people avoided it because of the ghost rumours.
"What do you think?" Marcus asked, sounding a little proud of himself.
"I think my partner should be feeling better soon." Rodney said, it was followed by a slight chuckle.
They entered the house, it was like something from a horror movie. The wood was starting to rot from the damp, it stunk of it and also something else, something rotting. Rodney looked inside the fridge, some old beer and meat….It was old, probably would have killed you if you ate it. Marcus walked into the living room, the Tv was broken and there was the smell or burning wire, he knocked a bottle off the table..There was a smash which was followed by a bang upstairs. The three took out their guns.
Rodney walked up the stairs and Chloe emerged from the dining room that was filled with junk. They slowly walked up the stairs where there were three doors, one of them would have been the bathroom and another a bedroom. They slowly walked towards a door each, Marcus standing by the downstairs door. Chloe burst into one room, the stink hit her, practically knocking her off her feet, she looked around the room….It was filled with objects that had been made from skin which was impossible because they were all destroyed when the police raided the house.
"What the fuck has she been doing?" Chloe asked herself as she looked around. The light had been flickering, someone was in here but something else caught her eye. The desk in the corner of the room, there was an unfinished doll with a stand next to it, it read 'Dearest sister.'
"Fuck." Ian yelled, there was two gunshots and then a smash, it was glass. Chloe ran as fast as she could towards the room where Marcus was but she was knocked over. The culprit was running down the stairs.
"Freeze." Marcus yelled but he was hit, he fell to the ground, blood all over his face.
"Calling in the back up now." Chloe yelled into her phone.
Within a second three black jeeps drove into the farm, they were quick and then the boots jumped out of them. There must have been at least twelve armed men, armoured to the bone and armed for war. They sprinted up the farm, ready to shoot on site.
"Rodney?" Chloe yelled out as she saw his body on the ground, he had been thrown out of the window, he was unconscious.
The culprit was running for the barn, noticing the SWAT team she stared at an old tractor, it was rusting away, it hadn't been used in years, there was never any need for it. It started to shake, hover in the air. It was slow at start but by the time is was hovering it flew gracefully through the air. It flew over the SWAT team, they jumped to the ground in the panic as the culprit jumped into the barn.
"Take her down." They yelled as they got back up. Marcus got up and ran alongside them whilst Chloe attended to Rodney. The tractor fell to the ground and they surrounded the barn.
They burst inside, a flashbang distorted all vision. They ran inside, Chloe could hear the screams and the commotion but couldn't understand. Then there was a gunshot, then it went silent and then it felt like it was all over.
They were all inside the hospital. Rodney was in a bed, he was going to be fine but needed to rest. His girlfriend was there, she was by his bedside with Chloe whilst Marcus spoke to the captain.
"That was stupid Marcus." Jacob said as they watched the two girls comfort each other over Rodney.
"Rodney had his friends….We didn't have the time to set it up by the book's." Marcus said, trying to justify himself.
"I know you've been on edge since Ian was shot...But you need to calm down." Jacob replied, he was calm when he said this, as if he was trying to get it through to him without yelling.
"Is it her?" Marcus asked as they walked over to another room.
"Yeah….That girl right there….Is Rachel Lang." Jacob said as they watched the girl. She had been washed and cleaned. She had been shot in rib but she will live.
Flashback
Rachel liked working at the farm during the summer, it was nice to get out in the air and do some work. It made her exhausted but she absolutely loved it, that was not the only thing she loved though. She always knew about his activities, how he acted and what he did but she would always remember the day she found out.
She accidently opened the door, she thought something had died and she was right. She walked in, turning on the light and witnessing the lair. It was just a guest room but filled with knick knacks that had been made with body parts and on the bed...Was a dying girl, some hitchhiker who got into the wrong car, she probably won't last long. Irwin burst in, he was afraid but had a knife in his hand, just incase. He didn't need it though, Rachel smiled at him...She wasn't afraid...She wanted in.
I hope you enjoyed and please review. Are there any questions you want answered? Please review or message me and I'll try to answer directly to you or in the next chapter. It is Rachel? What did Ralph get himself mixed up in? Until next time, have fun.