Paralyzed - Rutherford Files: Part 6/6

Episode Date: July 2, 2017

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At September 11th, 2 a.m., Kent and I are heading to Rutherford. An anonymous call was made to the local police station in Rutherford. Someone said a person had broken into the Sanders family home two hours ago. Even though it's extremely late, Kent and I decide to make our way there. It has to be looters, right? Have you reached the sheriff? No answer. Great.

It's now 2.26. We're at the house. A police car sits outside with its flashing lights, but the inside of the house is dark. The caution tape over the door has been ripped. Hello? Sheriff? We are heading inside. Flashlights on. Well, this isn't creepy. Nothing seems to be tampered with in the living room. We're making our way into the den. Well, someone made a mess here. That's where they discovered the books, right?

Right. Floor boards are torn apart. Dirt and gravel litters the floor. Someone was looking for them. That was from upstairs. Hello? We are heading upstairs, slowly. I don't see any.

Who are you? Whoa, put the gun down. Detective's Emily Rowland and Philip Kent. Oh, right. I remember you. Sorry. It's okay. You startled me.

Likewise. Well, Roland, looks like you'll be picking up a new recorder soon. When Officer Norris startled me, I'd drop my recorder over the staircase railing. I may still be able to salvage the tape. I hope that wasn't the same tape that... It wasn't. The sheriff told me to stay put here. I was just exploring the upstairs.

There's another officer outside. Where's the sheriff? He left for Barry Wright's place. Who's that? He owns the campground west up here. Not far. The neighbor said whoever broke in here, left out the back and headed into the woods.

Did they get a good look? No. Is the sheriff planning on going to the campground tonight? He's been gone a while. He's probably already there with Barry a con. accompanying him. We've had issues with Vannas before. Usually drunk teenagers. A lot of times they party at Lake Tara. Hmm. Radio the sheriff. Tell him we're on our way. Wait, what?

I didn't respond to Kent. I pushed past him and headed downstairs. I grabbed my broken recorder and examined the pieces. The tape looked okay. I headed outside and over to the car. I threw the recorder inside. What the hell? Hey, what are you doing? Did you see that? See what? That car that sped by, it had a broken windshield.

You want to arrest them? Let's just go. Why are we going to the campground? Because of Ferris Lord. That old case with the kids. Teenagers stole dead bodies from a morgue. This could be what happened here. Except it didn't happen here.

The crash was over by Morriston. That's miles away. Are you getting in? We should examine more here. If the sheriff believes it's important to visit this Tara Lake, I want to go to. There's no evidence that this is teenagers. It's a hunch. Fine. Let's go.

We followed the small brown signs that pointed towards Tara Lake. We eventually hit a small gravel road which led us to the main office. I don't see anyone. Hold on. As I walked to the main office, I could see that the windows were broken on the other side. I walked around the building. Hold up, Roland. Kent jogged up after me.

What the hell happened here? Hello? I tried the back door. It was locked. We could climb in, through this window. Let me try the sheriff again. Kent pulled out his phone and dialed the sheriff's number. What the hell?

What? I'm only getting static. Listen. There goes our chance to call for backup. This is more than just some teenagers' vandalism. That came from over there. Do you hear that? Is that someone crying?

This way. Kent and I cautiously headed for the woodline. I pulled my gun. Kent did the same. Hello? I don't think I like this, Roland. We headed into the woods, slowly. Maybe we should go back into town, you know, call for backup, you know, maybe even find the sheriff. We're close.

The moonlight made an area of the forest glow. It was an opening not covered by as many tree limbs as the rest of the forest. There, I saw something in the trees. Holy shit. Bodies strung up in the trees, at least a dozen of them. Look, there. A woman sat by a large rock. She held something in her hands, something bloody.

Ma'am, are you okay? Are you all right? We stopped a good ten feet from the woman. She continued to sob. After a few moments, she must have realized our presence. She shifted and cocked her head. When she looked at us, she wasn't crying. A smile was plastered on her pale face.

Her glazed white eyes shone in the moonlight. What the fuck? I knew Kent realized it, too. This woman was dead. This woman was the crazed lady shot in the streets of Rutherford. This is the woman who was presumed dead. But she wasn't. She definitely wasn't.

We heard other noises in the words. rustling, growls. There was something else, Lou. Roland, we need to go. The woman stood and watched us. She dropped a bloody lump on the ground. Her smile remained as she slowly approached us. Stop right there.

Roland! Ma'am, you need to stay. Don't move. I mean it, don't move. That's when she lunged. No! I don't know.