The Hiker
I was talking my normal weekly hike through the woods when in the distance I saw yellow tape wrapped around a section of trees with people digging inside of it. There were about a dozen officers surrounding the perimeter and one of them called out to me.
“Hey! Mind if we have a word with you sir!” He and two other officers paced toward me.
“Uhh… sure.” I called back.
When they got to me, they looked like they were ready to pull their guns out if I made any sudden movement. I felt anxiety start to take over. Even when you’ve done nothing wrong, there’s something about police questioning you that’s a little unnerving. “Is there a problem sir?” I asked politely.
“You mind telling me your name.” He ignored my question.
“John Peterson.”
“Can I see your I.D. Mr. Peterson?”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t have my wallet with me.” I replied.
The two officers standing on either side of the questioning officer shot each other a look. “Mind if we take a look through your backpack then?” He asked sternly.
“Sure.” I handed it over. “So what’s going on over there?” I motioned to the yellow tape. The two silent cops searched through my backpack while the other continued to face me with his hand near his gun.
“Someone found an arm sticking out of the ground a little bit. When we came out here to investigate, we dug up six more bodies and we’re still not done digging yet. Do you come around here often?”
“Yeah, I try to hike out here at least once a week. It’s the only exercise I really get.”
“Ever seen anything suspicious? Any soft spots on the ground, any people behaving oddly?” He asked.
“No not really. I mean, a lot of people hike through this trail, especially on the weekends, and some of them are weird but not in a killer kind of way.” There was one homeless man that lived out here but they probably already found him and questioned him, so I didn’t even bring him up.
“Nothing in here but a bottle of water, a blanket, a few granola bars, his cell phone, and a compass.” One of the officers searching my backpack said to the one questioning me.
“Alright, well I suggest you stay out of the woods until we catch the person responsible for this,” he said to me as he handed me my backpack. Then he looked past me. “Ever seen that man before?” He pointed behind me.
I turned around and saw the homeless man just before he took cover behind a tree. “Yeah I think he lives out here.”
“Your free to go,” he said to me as they started to walk toward the homeless man. He peeked his head out from behind the tree and started running when he saw the officers heading for him. They chased him. Now that I think about it he would be the perfect suspect for murder.
I walked away a little faster than I normally would. I could hear them yelling far behind me. “Get down! Don’t move!” Then I heard a few gun shots. I guess for what ever reason the man resisted. Maybe he had drugs on him or something and didn’t want to get caught. I was just happy to get away. For a second I really thought they had me. I’ve got to start digging these holes deeper…
Written by: Sage short-horror-hits









