Secret Footage

Secret Footage by: Reclusive Knight

The sound of an alarm going off could be heard on Pig Pen Road in Milesburg. It was once again time get up, and take care of the house before going to work. Jeff Clutcher, was a 46 year old man and worked for 20 years now as a prison guard at the near by state prison. Jeff laid in bed after shutting off the alarm clock and thought about his night. He had some laundry to fold, and he also wanted to run the vacuum cleaner before getting ready for work. Jeff started work at 10 p.m. and it was only 6 p.m. so he had plenty of time to get the house in order and then get dressed for work.

Over the past year Jeff’s wife Susan left him, she said that he was always verbally abusive to her. Another reason for the break up was the fact that Jeff no longer wanted to do anything. He was a loner, and began to adopt a recluse personality. Susan moved back in with her mother who was sick and needed to be looked after. So Jeff was all alone now living on Pig Pen Road. He lived in an old farmhouse that looked worn and battered from Mother Nature on the outside, but inside Jeff kept everything in order. He was anal with his place, and he would often spend his nights off cleaning the house from top to bottom.

It was time to eat, and the nightly news was on the TV. Jeff walked out to his kitchen and put a microwave dinner in to heat. Then he walked to the laundry room and threw the clothes in the dryer. Jeff then sat down to eat as he glanced at the TV and also thought about work. The time seemed to go by fast as usual for Jeff and it was time to get dressed. Jeff put on his freshly pressed uniform and combed his hair. It was now around 9:30 p.m. and time to leave the house and head to the prison.

Driving down Pig Pen Road Jeff came to the stop sign at the bottom. Right across from the stop sign was the abandoned and now condemned slaughterhouse. It use to be a busy place and employed many workers. As the time went by though the owner could not afford the much needed renovations, so he ended up closing the place. When Jeff pulled out and made the left he noticed some lights around the side of the slaughterhouse. He drove along very slow and spotted a car, it was too dark to see who it was; but whoever it was didn’t belong there. The place was shut down and condemned, and it also had no power; plus the stench coming from the place was awful. They never cleaned it out good, and there were drums full of animal fat decaying inside. There were also rumored to be rats, skunks, and other wildlife roaming around the old building. Jeff drove on and soon made it work, this was to be his last week of work and it was already Thursday.

At the prison Jeff walked his block and teased the prisoners. He would often do this, and now he was starting to tell them that he would be out of the place for good in just one day. Most of the prisoners were there for 25 years at least, and they hated Jeff. One time Jeff caught a prisoner alone in the shower, he went in with his club and started to work over the unsuspecting prisoner. There was an investigation, but Jeff had scratches on his arm and he told the warden that the prisoner attempted to assault him; and he was acting in self defense. The captain who ran the shift was also best friends with Jeff and whenever something happened he would always take Jeff’s side. The shift was about over and Jeff got called into the control room by the Captain Dan Harris. Captain Dan sat Jeff down, and tried his best to talk Jeff into staying on at the prison. They didn't have to retire at 20 years, some of the guards were there over 25 years already.

This didn’t work though with Jeff, and he said, “listen Captain, Dan, may I call you Dan?”

The captain knew Jeff very well and said, “sure Jeff, I would just really like to see you stay on is all.”

Jeff put his head down and contemplated what Dan said, then he looked up, and with a firm voice he told Dan, “no, sorry Dan, I know after all these years it would be best for an experienced guard like myself to stick around; but I am afraid I had my fill here.”

The captain nodded his head and the meeting was over. “I guess we will see you tomorrow then Jeff. Your last day, Wow, I just can’t believe it how time flies, and how things change,” Dan said with some degree of sorrow.

Then Jeff walked out closing the door behind him and headed for the locker room. He grabbed his things and left, through the gates he went, and on to the parking lot to his car.

The drive home was beautiful, the sun was just beginning to rise in the eastern sky, and the sky had an orange and purplish tint to it. The morning drives home were often very nice through the valley. Jeff passed through the tiny town of Milesburg and was soon ready to turn up Pig Pen Road, where he resided now for many years.

As he approached his turn he drove slowly past the old slaughterhouse, and noticed that there were no longer vehicles parked around the condemned building. He turned up his road and drove slow, just up and around the bend was his driveway. He turned in and parked his car, then he sat there for a minute thinking about his separation, and how quiet it was in his house now that he lived alone.

Jeff got out and walked up to his front porch, and under the rock he had on his porch was a large yellow envelope. He sat down and opened the envelope to see divorce papers from his wife’s attorney. A tear formed in Jeff’s one eye and began to trickle down his cheek. Then he got himself together and walked in the house.

It was morning and Jeff hated the day time. He went about his business quickly; he ate a bowl of cereal; folded the laundry; did his dishes; then he set his alarm for 6 p.m. and laid down. His room was dark, Jeff had really thick curtains, and blinds on every window. It could be the middle of the afternoon and it would appear to be the middle of the night in the house. This was the way Jeff liked it, and it fit his recluse personality.

This day Jeff couldn’t sleep, it was going to be his last day at work; plus he had a lot of other things on his mind such as his wife leaving. Jeff got out of bed and made his way down the hall to his computer. He checked his email, nothing. This was normal as Jeff didn’t have many friends who were online.

He went over and picked out a book from his large Victorian style bookcase. Jeff collected Serial Killer books, and he also read a lot of things online about Serial Killers. He worked around a couple of them, and he was always fascinated with how they got away with killing for long periods of time, before they got caught.

He had books on Manson, Bundy, Dahmer, Ramirez, ect… Today he would look over the book entitled, HELTER SKELTER, about the Manson murders. A lot of the guards at the prison tied The Beatles to many of the problems in polite society. They blamed The Beatles for the previous, and past drug problems in the United States. Jeff looked over the book in the reading light as he reclined in his living room chair.

It wasn’t long before Jeff was sleeping. Drool ran down his chin and the book slipped out of his hand and hit the floor waking him! It was soon time for the alarm to go off anyway, so Jeff got up and turned it off and then went to the bathroom.

Jeff smiled, and stared into the mirror, this was going to be his last day on the job. He made it through 20 years and 2 months at the maximum security state prison. In the time working there Jeff had 2 attempts on his life.

One was with a prisoner in for murder, he stabbed Jeff one night while he was walking the cell block. Jeff walked to close to the bars and he got it right in the stomach. That night he was flown by helicopter to the local trauma center. The other attempt was in the yard, the prisoners were on their way back inside and one of them grabbed Jeff around the neck, and started to chock him. If it was not for his fellow guards Jeff could have died that day!

The weird part about it was Jeff should have been home that day, but he agreed to work a double shift. When you work long hours at a dangerous job such as Jeff’s, you tend to slip up; and you lose focus at your job. That is exactly what happened to Jeff that day, and ever since that event took place; Jeff never worked a double shift again.

After standing in the mirror reflecting, Jeff came back to reality, and then started combing his hair. He went out and heated some spaghetti up and sat down to watch the news and eat. After the news Jeff turned on his favorite channel to watch before work. It was called, The Investigation Channel. The only thing on this channel were cold murder cases, stories about other crimes, court cases, ect…. Everything had to do with detective work, and they ran a lot of programs about convicted killers.

It was now time for Jeff to start getting his things together for work. He put on his neatly pressed uniform, and then he began to smile as he thought to himself, “this is my last day of work, Wow, after all these years I am finally going to be able to do what I want with my time.”

Jeff was enthusiastic about his last day, even though he thought of them as days, it was actually night time. Jeff worked from 10 p.m. until 6 a.m. but he always referred to them as work days. This was the norm for all the guards on the night shift at the prison.

He walked outside in the cool night air, the moon illuminated the sky, and all the stars appeared to be out. Jeff made his way out of the drive way and headed down Pig Pen. Soon he came to the stop sign and when he pulled out and turned he again noticed a strange vehicle parked along side the old slaughterhouse. This captured Jeff’s imagination, and on his way to work he began to think. Many thoughts ran though Jeff’s mind, and he remembered that show where they set up the video cameras and taped people in secret.

Soon he arrived at the prison and parked, then he made his way in passing the guard at the gate, “fine night isn’t it. Hahahah.” Jeff laughed out loud as he kept on walking.

The guard at the gate smiled and he knew it was Jeff’s last night.

Inside the prison Jeff walked in the control room, and there was a cake there, and also some soda pop, and other party favors.

“Hey buddy, congratulations on your final day in this shit hole! You made it man, 20 plus years walking the blocks, wow,” Captain Dan blurted out.

“Ahh, you guys didn’t have to do this, but I am very fucking happy it is my last night, hell yeah!” Jeff said with great enthusiasm.

Jeff forced down a piece of cake to please the others, then he was on his way to cell block D. This has been Jeff’s cell block for more than 5 years now. Most prisons move the guards around so that the prisoners don’t learn their routine. Captain Dan didn’t think like this, he wanted the prisoners to feel relaxed, and get use to the same guards.

He also had no idea about what Jeff did to the prisoners, both mentally and physically, when there was no one else around. His last night would be no different.

Jeff walked down the cell block, he stopped to tease the one convicted murder, “I am out of this fucking place in about 7 hours, and you’re here for the rest of your pathetic life, you piece of shit.”

The prisoner tried to ignore Jeff, but it really bothered him. The man was sleeping and Jeff woke him up to mock him, but this was the type of things Jeff did at work. As the night wore on Jeff’s career was coming to an end, but the rest of his life was just beginning!

He cleaned out his locker and bagged up all his extra shirts and stuff and handed them to the desk officer.

“See ya, I am outta this place now forever!” Jeff said this in a high pitched tone with great happiness.

Captain Dan was doing paperwork and noticed that Jeff was already gone. He smiled and figured he would see him around town somewhere. Most of the guards were from the tiny town of Milesburg, or just outside the town in the rural areas. Out the gates Jeff went with a smile, and he stopped and bent down to kiss the ground.

He spit out as he laughed, “I am gone, gone like the wind!”

The roar of his car’s engine sounded off and Jeff was soon on his way.

On the way home he was thinking about all the free time he would have now to take care of his house. He also thought about the time he would have now to read and study the evil murders of the world. Jeff was fascinated with how long the serial killers would get away with murder before being captured. This was puzzling to him, but he just figured they were all very intelligent men.

Does Jeff have what it takes to kill? What will he do now with all the free nights besides reading and watching TV?

Later that day Jeff awoke around 5 p.m. He thought his alarm would be going off soon so he got up and went to turn it off , as he did he smiled, and remembered there was no more alarm now! He messed around cleaning up the bathroom and then took a shower. He got out and put on his old clothes, he wore blue jeans this a tear in the one leg, and an old, but comfortable flannel shirt. Jeff was now officially retired from prison work.

Who he end up back there one day? Perhaps behind the bars this time?

It was soon dark and Jeff drove into town, he was going to the Super Value store. The store was open 24 hours a day, and 7 days a week. Jeff made his way in and headed for the electronics department. He picked up some blank tapes there for his recorder at home. He also grabbed some electrical cables and several other items.

Then he went over to the home department and picked up some household items. He slowly made his way around the empty looking store. It was kind of early yet, but the store was not that busy during the week. Saturday and Sunday were the busiest days, and even then it was only usually during the day. This fit Jeff perfect as he hated being around other people. All the years at work he was mostly around the same people and got use to it, but he wasn’t fond of meeting new people.

After checking out he headed home. Just before his turn he drove past the old slaughterhouse and spotted a vehicle again. This was now making Jeff very curious, and he knew now that there were people hanging out inside the condemned building. He wasn’t about to call the police though, this was not Jeff’s style. When he arrived home he got out and headed for the front door. He left all the supplies in his car's trunk, but Jeff had other things on his mind. He wanted to get some little mini cameras like he seen on The Investigation channel several times. There was a catalog on his table that he took from the desk of Captain Dan at work. It was a security type catalog, and there were cameras in there, listening devices, and all sorts of neat gadgets. He scanned through the magazine with his pen and paper handy. Jeff soon wrote down a lengthy list of items and then he called the toll free number. He placed his order and paid for express shipping.

Later that night Jeff was not use to being home, he grew bored. So he got up and grabbed a few things and headed out to his car. He went out his driveway and headed down Pig Pen Road to the stop sign. Across from the stop sign was the old slaughterhouse. He drove along slowly and pulled in there, it was very dark outside as the clouds were covering the moon. Jeff noticed there were no cars there now, so he drove around the back. In back of the condemned building there were woods, thick brush, so Jeff pulled his car back along the thick brush. He got out and grabbed his flashlight, and crept towards the back opening in the slaughterhouse. The stench was horrible, and it smelled of rotting meat and sewage. He couldn’t figure out why anyone would want to hangout in the building.

As Jeff entered the building there was water on the concrete floor, and there appeared to be mold growing in the corners. He noticed various metal meat hooks, a saw, meat cleaver, tons of wooden pallets, and other meat processing equipment. He went down a short hall and there was a room off to the side. When Jeff walked in this room the floor was not wet, it was covered with cardboard, and on the cardboard there were dirty shoe prints. Then as he shined his light, he noticed stacks of pallets, some in the form of a table, and another a long table, with 3 stacks of pallets, and that appeared to be a make shift bed.

There was a 55 gallon drum in the middle of the room, and it contained pieces of burnt wooden pallets. This appeared to be some sort of hangout room. Also Jeff noticed on the wall there were names written: JAY, ERIC, JESSICA. Then Jeff realized that they must be the ones hanging out there. He soon got an idea, and he looked around one last time, then he fixed his eyes on the corner of the ceiling, and scratched his head. Then he walked back outside and made his way to the car. Jeff headed home for the night, but he had plans for the intruders.

When Jeff got home be went in and picked up the security magazine he ordered from and began to read. There were instructions on how to hook up various different types of cameras to a computer. Jeff scattered around through his stuff and found his recorder. Then he ran out to the car to get the cables and other electronics he picked up at the store. He started to set things up, and this took time and concentration; Jeff had both. His mind was free and clear now of work, so he concentrated on hooking up what he had, and hoped the delivery truck would be there the next day as planned. The night wore on and soon Jeff became tired, he fell asleep in his clothes on the recliner.

Later on that day Jeff woke up, he looked at his clock and it was well past noon. He wondered now if the delivery man was there, and he didn’t hear him. The norm was that anything delivered had to be signed for, but the delivery man knew that Jeff worked the night shift and would usually leave his packages on the porch under an old table. Jeff grew excited and walked out on the porch, he looked down under the table and there was a large box. His toys were here, and he quickly picked up the box and made his way in the house.

Jeff opened the box and inventoried the items, “everything appears to be here, nothing is on back order,” Jeff thought to himself.

He started to read the instructions, and the stuff he had already hooked up in the house to his computer was all ready to go. Now he had to set up these new cameras in the old slaughterhouse. First he installed the software that came in the box for his computer.

He thought, “this is rather easy, for once I got instructions I can understand.”

It wasn’t long and Jeff had everything hooked up accordingly. Now he had to decide when, and how, to get the cameras hooked up in the condemned slaughterhouse. It was still day light outside, and it would be for several hours yet, so Jeff decided to load everything up in the car and drive down the slaughterhouse.

As he arrived in the back lot of the old building he stopped by the opening, the door was rotted off. He quickly unloaded the bag of goodies and then drove his car around the lot and parked it away from the building touching the thick brush. There was an old path there as well, and if anyone pulled up outside they would think that someone was walking on the path.

Jeff got out of the car and walked very fast towards the back of the slaughterhouse. He grabbed his bag from inside the back opening, and made his way in, he then walked cautiously towards the hangout room.

Once inside he started to climb up one of the stacks of pallets against the wall. Up on top he got out his flashlight, there was a little light seeping in through the cracks in the building as the sun shined in the sky. Jeff began to hook up one of the cameras, and with ease according to the directions, it went without a hitch. He continued around the other side of the room, and he climbed on an old meat cutting table. Once up there he walked to the end of the long sturdy table and grabbed some pallets. He stacked them up on the table and noticed the table had dried blood on it, along with what appeared to Jeff as decaying tissue. He started to sweat now profusely as his heart raced, Jeff just wanted to get done and leave the building before anyone came and caught him there.

“Ok, there we go, this one covers that angle, and then the other one will cover….. Yeah that’s perfect,” Jeff mumbled to himself.

Then he hopped down and hurried to get the pallets back where they were and leave the room. He stopped at the back opening and scanned the area like an eagle. There was no one in sight so he quickly walked towards his car. He had some tools in his hand and he threw them in his car through the open driver’s side window, and then he got in as fast as possible without stirring up to much fuss; he departed the back lot.

He arrived home in about 5 minutes, he only had to go about a mile and a half up Pig Pen Road. Very excited now Jeff entered his house, then made his way to the computer. His mind was racing now like a champion sprint runner. It took a little while, and then nothing happened.

He cursed and his face turned bright red as his blood pressure rose. “This fucking shit, I paid top dollar for this stuff, plus I paid to have it here today and now it isn’t working! Fuck!”

Then he remembered, “oh shit, now wonder.”

Jeff forgot to hook up the X-10 controller box to his computer. He then breathed a sigh of relief, and he hooked up the X-10 and then turned it on; immediately after, a green light came on.

“Now we’re in business, Hahahaha,” Jeff laughed out loud.

After a couple clicks and running the software, he could now see the old hangout room in the slaughterhouse. The picture was dark, but when someone would light the burning barrel, it would be perfect!

He was ecstatic, and he ran out to the kitchen and opened the cellar door and ran down the steps for some wine! Jeff came back up and popped the old dusty bottle open and began to pour a glass as he sat and waited.

Meanwhile…… Back in Milesburg, best friends Jay and Eric were hanging out at the Triple C ice cream parlor. They were both going to be seniors now as soon as school started. They were known around the town as hell raisers, and they would often sneak liquor out of their parent’s private stash. This day would be no different, and Jay and Eric already had a bottle of Jack in the car. Then they spotted a town girl named Jessica. Jessica was also going to be a senior, and she was 17 as well as Jay and Eric. Jessica liked to snort cocaine! She was known to some of the local high school boys as a “coke whore”.

So Eric called her over, “hey Jess, come here a minute buddy.”

Jessica smiled and walked across the street to meet the boys.

She smiled at the boys and said to Eric, “hey, do you guys have any blow? I will do anything for a couple lines.”

The boys both looked at each other and Eric’s mom liked to snort cocaine as well, she always said it kept her awake and alert so she could get her house work done, and cook supper. Although she rarely ever ate anything, and her bones poked at the skin making her look sick.

Eric said in a whisper, “let’s go, get in the car, and we will go by my house. I have a plan.”

Jessica smiled and she threw her arms around Eric and kissed his cheek. Jay smiled and he knew that it was on, a couple sips of the Jack; a couple lines of coke, and Jessica was going to be giving up that ass! They all got in and Jay started up the car and they headed for Eric’s house.

“Here, take a sip of this Jess.” Jay smiled.

Jessica took more than a sip, she chugged the strong smelling Jack whiskey for a couple seconds, “Ahhh, Wooo! This shit is awesome man,” Jessica blurted out.

She was loving that, and soon they pulled in out in front of Eric’s house.

He said through his teeth, “shhhhh, be quiet!”

Jessica left out a quiet, “Hehe” as her addiction was now flowing through her tight and sexy body. Jessica was very pretty, her body was tight from all the years of running track, and then her junior year she started to mess around with drugs and lost interest in sports.

Jay sat there waiting, he was staring at Jessica in the mirror and his penis started to get hard as he thought about the night’s possible events. Then in what seemed like an hour, Eric came back out of the house.

“I hope you got something man, you were in there forever,” Jay said in hopes of a yes.

Eric whispered, “just pull out quietly and head towards the old slaughterhouse. I got the stuff, and I have plenty for everyone.”

Jessica reached up into the front seat and almost ripped off Eric’s head in excitement, then she kissed his cheek. The two boys smiled, and they drove as fast as possible towards the slaughterhouse to indulge in whiskey, cocaine, and hopefully sexual pleasures.

Up at Jeff’s place he was anxiously awaiting some action. He was sitting there now in only a housecoat watching one of his many porn videos. When Jeff drank alcohol he always got really horny, and he already slugged down half of the 1945 bottle of wine. With the strong hopes of seeing a hot naked teenager, Jeff’s fantasies began to indulge his mind.

Then Jay, Eric, and Jessica pulled up to the side of the old slaughterhouse. They looked around and Eric said with excitement, “looks like there is nooooo one around! Woo! Yeah, let’s get our asses inside and cut this shit up!”

Jessica’s smile was ear to ear, and she could feel herself getting wet already just thinking about the magic white powder. Jay went in first, then Eric, and Jessica followed close behind.

“Let’s get the fire going, give me your lighter Eric,” Jay said anxiously.

Eric gave him the lighter and got ready to cut up the coke. Jessica took off her shirt, and underneath she was wearing a bikini top.

Back up on Pig Pen Jeff got excited! Just the sight of the hot, red headed teen made his body tremble in ecstasy.

The fire started to burn bright, and it illuminated the concrete room. Eric already had the coke chopped up and divided into 9 lines.

“Here we go buds, 3 fat ass lines for each of us, then I want your lips, around my stick!” Eric sounded off while staring directly at Jessica.

“Let me go first guys, please,” Jessica begged, and Eric and Jay looked at each other and began to laugh.

“Go ahead sexy, suck up that shit, and then I will give you something else to suck on,” Jay blurted out in a very excited manner.

Jessica went first, and she sucked up one line, and soon another back to back.

“Holy shit girl, your going to be wacked out of your mind,” Eric yelled out while smiling.

She just giggled and then handed the rolled up dollar bill to Eric. They proceed then to snort up all the coke that Eric cut up. After that the whiskey began to flow, and soon Jessica took off her pants.

“Do you want this, huh? Fucker," Jessica was clearly ready to get her groove on.

Eric and Jay were not complaining either, they pulled down their pants and so did Jessica. Then the teens engaged in a three way.

Jeff was sitting in front of his computer, he now stopped his porn tape; he didn’t need that anymore now. He had his very own porn show going on, and it was being recorded live. This is exactly what Jeff thought it was; a wild party room for high school kids.

Jeff’s exquisite taste in wine soon caught up to him, and he was now drunk. He kept his composure though, and he began to contemplate getting dressed and going down to see Jessica and company.

Something about Jeff’s demeanor changed, and his thoughts grew evil. He began to think about the empty bottles of whiskey he would find at the bottom of his driveway. Then his wife Lynn came to mind, and he grew angry, his heart raced, and he could feel his heart beating in his ear. He knew whatever he did, he had to act fast. The teens would probably be on their way soon, after all, how much more could they take.

Jeff ran and then scanned the bedroom floor for his clothes. He quickly found them and threw them on as fast as a rabbit runs. He was soon on his way out the door, glancing at the computer monitor one more time; The teens were now exhausted, and sitting in the room. Jeff was out the door.

He started up the car and peeled out of the driveway heading down Pig Pen Road. Soon he approached the stop sign and blew right through it, then he turned off his headlights, and drove around the back of the old slaughterhouse.

The teens were so exhausted and blown out that they failed to hear Jeff coming. He parked and reached for his pistol, and some rope. Then he exited the car and entered the back opening to the condemned building. Jeff crept up the hallway to the opening of the play room.

Jay then heard something, and he looked towards the doorway. There was Jeff standing with his pistol in hand, “well, what do we have here.”

Jeff stood pointing his pistol at Jay. Then he threw the rope his way, and he commanded, “tie up your guy friend, and don’t try anything funny, or your all dead!”

Jessica started to cry, and Eric looked on in a trance. Jay didn’t say a word, he grabbed the rope and began to tie Eric’s hands behind his back.

“Now, get down on your faces, all of you,” Jeff yelled out.

He pulled out a pocket knife and walked over to cut the rope hanging from Eric’s hands. Then he took the extra rope and began to tie up Jay.

“Please mister, don’t kill us, we were only …..” Jay was cut off by Jeff.

“Shut the fuck up, I know exactly what you kids are doing in here!”

Jeff tucked his pistol in his pants, and then went over to the long table and picked up the well worn meat cleaver. He approached Jessica, then he grabbed her long red hair; as she began to scream Jeff swung the cleaver and struck her in the back of the neck. The blood shot out in a stream of red, and every time Jessica’s heart would beat, the blood would shoot out. She was now laying flat on the floor, and she passed out from her injuries.

“Oh my god, what are you doing,” Eric demanded.

Jeff reached over to the rusty barrel by the table and grabbed a meat hook. He stood over Eric and plunged it into his back!

“Ahhh, HELP, somebody HELP US!” Eric said in a muttered voice.

The meat hook went directly into one of his lungs, and the blood began to ooze from the hole in his back. Jeff swung again and again, poking holes in Eric’s back, he was in a full blown psychotic episode! Jay laid on the ground now, hands tied behind his back, and he tried with all his power to stand up. The alcohol and cocaine were now blocking his body from doing what his brain instructed it to do. Jeff took the same hook out of Eric’s now lifeless body and used it to pierce Jay’s lower side.

Jay screamed out in terror and excruciating pain, “ahhhhh, please, please, pl…..”

His voice started to fade out, and he was on the urge of passing out now. Jeff reached down and once again picked up the meat cleaver. Then he went over and ended Jay’s terror with a quick chop to the side of the neck. The blood rocketed out and into the air with every beat of Jay’s heart. His jugular vein was now severed. He lost consciousness right away, and his heart soon stopped pumping. Jeff fulfilled all of his fantasies now, he was breathing heavily; but there was still work to be done before he could rest easily.

He reached in the burning barrel and pulled out a pallet plank. Then Jeff left the macabre scene, he walked around the old slaughterhouse and looked for the animal fat in the drums he knew were there. Then when he walked into the one dark room he had to cup his face, the odor was terrible; the smell of decayed meat, and rotting animal parts. There were rats in the room, why they stayed in that one room was rather odd. The room was filled with drums of animal fat, various meat processing machines that were now dead silent.

There was an old bucket next to the wall, Jeff used this and dipped it in the one 55 gallon drum to collect some of the decayed animal fat. He started to gag, as he made his way back to the illuminated room. The fire in the barrel was still burning, but the flame was now dim. Jeff entered and threw the bucket of decaying fat on the fire; as he did that the flame shot up and the room became very bright! The old drums that contained the animal fat use to hold petroleum products.

This added to the fire, and then Jeff repeated this several times. His eyes were watering badly from gagging the whole time. The sweat was pouring off of him, and his heart was pounding like thunder!

Soon Jeff accomplished his mission, the whole room was burning now. The lifeless bodies of Jessica, Jay, and Eric were now sizzling in the glowing of the hot fire. Jeff quickly made his way out, and the flames could be seen through the cracks in the old condemned building.

The cameras were left behind with the burning bodies in the panic of the whole event. Jeff didn’t care, he quickly drove out of the lot with no headlights on. Then he crossed the roadway and started up Pig Pen Road, he finally turned on the headlights now.

Within minutes he was pulling in his driveway, and he quickly got out and hurried in the house. Jeff locked the doors, and made sure all the lights were off. His computer monitor was on, but the screen saver was black with some dim red light.

Jeff hustled his ass into the shower, washing off all the evidence from the crime scene. Then he came out naked, and made his way to the recorder, he popped out the tape and stashed it in his cabinet. Jeff locked the cabinet which contained mostly porn movies, and then went into his bedroom. He put on some shorts, and then dried off; soon he could hear the sound of sirens blaring in the night. He laid in his bed and tried to slow down his breathing, his heart was still pumping rapidly.

The night would turn to day, and Jeff got out of bed, his house was still dark inside. He opened up his blinds and curtains to make things appear normal.

Then he walked out in the kitchen and forced down a cup of herbal tea to calm his restless nerves. Jeff sat and turned on the TV, he watched from his recliner, and he did his best to stay calm; just in case the police or fire department would knock on his door.

Down at the old slaughterhouse the building was a total loss. It was already condemned, and it was half collapsed and rotting away in spots; so the fire actually put the old place to rest finally. It was a terrible fire, there are no fire hydrants in the rural areas of Milesburg, so the fire department did all they could. By the time all the extra tanker trucks made it out to the fire from their counties, got set up, and started to pump, the place was already far to gone. It would take several days before the fire inspector could even get in there, and even then the whole building collapsed, so he couldn’t get into all the rooms.

Back in Milesburg the families of Jay, Eric, and Jessica all reported their teenagers missing. The local sheriff feared they were in fire, he had a bad hunch. Then about a week later, with the help of an excavator, the fire marshal found human remains.

He immediately called the police, and the coroner as well. They did their best to piece things together, but in the end they stated in their report that it was an accident. The car that belonged to Jay’s mother was buried under the rubble. He parked it so close to the building that the collapse covered it. The car burned up, the only thing left of it after they uncovered it was the metal frame. The heat from the fire was so intense that it burned up everything that wasn’t metal and bone.

So the sheriff and the coroner both stated that the teenagers were in the building illegally, and there was a strong possibility that they were using alcohol and drugs. The town was shocked, but everyone in town figured the sheriff and coroner were probably right; after all, why else would the teens go into such an old, rotted, stinky place. The Thompson kid; Known as “Eric” was a known drug user, and so was his mother. There were rumors shooting around town that he was to blame. Some said the kids drank and did drugs and then fell asleep with the barrel burning. Rumors circulated everywhere, but no one ever bothered the honorable 20 year state prison guard Jeff Clutcher.

Years would pass by, and one morning Jeff ‘s sister had been trying to reach him. This was about the 12th time she had called, and there was no answer. She went to Jeff’s house on Pig Pen to see if things were ok.

When she arrived the door was locked and his car was there, so she left herself in as she knew there was a key hidden under the squirrel statue on the front porch. When his sister Jennie entered the home she smelled a terrible odor, and her heart started to race as the water formed in her eyes! She knew deep down inside that something was wrong. Jennie walked up to Jeff’s bedroom door which was closed, and she closed her eyes and opened the door.

Jeff laid there stiff as a board, his eyes open, and his body had already started to decompose. Jennie called the coroner, and the sheriff came out as well, after an autopsy they discovered Jeff died of a heart attack.

After the funeral service was over it was Jennie’s job to take care of Jeff’s estate. She had plans to sell everything, and she would keep some personal items; such as photos and family jewelry. When Jennie was by Jeff’s computer she spotted the locked cabinet. She always wondered what was in there, so she searched around and soon found the key on Jeff’s key ring. When she opened it there was one tape laying on top marked; “SECRET FOOTAGE” so Jennie put it in the VCR. What would come on made her mind race, she seen what appeared to be the old slaughterhouse. Also the kids in the video were the ones that died in that fire she had thought.

“Oh no, my brother a killer? No way, there is just no way,” Jennie was puzzled.

She quickly thought about the matter and knew it was bizarre. There would have to be one last fire, this fire would extinguish the flames of Jeff’s past. Jennie walked out back of the house and opened the burning barrel in Jeff’s yard. She had some trash with her, and some newspapers. Jennie laid in the garbage, and then placed the tape on top, and she ignited the newspaper and threw it in.

The tape began to hiss, and crackle as it melted. For a moment it was like Jeff was speaking one last time.

THE END!!!