Chapter One:
It started out, most methodically, most unexpectedly. In a town this small it reared it's ugly head and left everyone in a state of shock, murder had arrived in Lonsvale, Louisiana. Since l975- girls were vanishing without a trace, and the person(s) responsible for these mysterious tragedies, roamed free. By l999, the people from this area hadn't forgotten that a young girl or woman, for that matter, is not safe from the force that has been abducting females for almost 25 years, yet the menu of choices for these folks was to lock themselves in their homes, move, or go on about life. This area of the south could be compared to the Bermuda Triangle, only it's not airplanes and ships disappearing, these are peoples children, wives, mothers, sisters. These victims, approximately 30 that are linked to a serial killer or some type of blackmarket activity. They are on a payphone one second & the next, they're never seen or heard from again. They are walking home from baseball practice,& poof, they are gone, as if they evaporated in the humid Louisiana air. It left a stigma, along with the excruciating negativity surrounding the failure to apprehend the monster who is stealing people from Lonsvale & every dirt road in between. Who is this killer? Does he live in this area? Where's he hiding the victims bodies? What is the motive? There were just so many questions, not really a panic or hysteria, just more of a disgust that this community had to look over it's shoulder and live under the fear this madman had instilled into the minds of these scared residents.......
On July 4th weekend, in l983, two witnesses at a convenience store watched in horror as a 9-year-old girl was tossed into a car by a strange man. The only information the witnesses's could provide. It was an older car, black, tinted windows, shiny rims (siver & gold), with a indented back end, as if the car had been in a wreck or backed into something. That's it. Within 5 minutes of their arrival- 9-year-old Amy Breckinridge had been carted off to her demise......
We know teenagers run off, looking for the answers of life, feeling ready to venture out and explore the big world. We know kids get angry and try to guilt their parents- by lodging at a friends home without the customary phone call. Isn't defiance a part of human nature? Young girls call their older boyfriends (that their parents forbid) and in the grand scheme of the vision of true happiness- they find a dusty road that leads them back home. These are experience's and scenarios, but for example: A young married couple leaving a Shreveport nightclub, began to have an argument which resulted in 24-year-old Stephanie Jameson jumping out at an intersection. When Mike Jameson drove back around to get his drunken wife, so he could get her home, in that split second- she was plucked from the lonely asphalt, it wasn't a pattern or a conspiracy- it was "invasion of the body snatchers" happening before everyones eyes......
Well you get the drift, something is definitely amiss in this sawdust,fishing, & livestock region and it's been since l999 since the last disappearance, but the killer has taken two different 3 year breaks since l975. Law enforcement officials theorize that the suspect(s) probably were serving time in different prisons for other crimes. Still, the biggest question and most baffling aspect in all of this mystery- where are the witnesses? In 29 years, 2 witnesses?
Meanwhile at Stoney Creek, the monster made it's return. Her screams should've echoed throughout the mountain ranges, the terror she would've felt, & the evil on this misty, full mooned night should've permeated the air. After savagely mutilating the young girl with a tire-tool and hammer, after the rape & torture- her limp body was placed in the trunk of a black l973 Buick Riviera, and with the murderous urges subsided, the spooky looking car rolled into a convenience store parking lot. A tall man, with a very odd appearance that included dirty clothing, course uncombed hair, and a pale, pale complexion got out the riviera and went into the Stop & Save store, bought a bottle of mountain dew, a pack of cigarettes, and a cheap lighter. The points of destination for these poor, innocent girls, was not known. That may have been the biggest point of frustration in finding the person or people responsible for these acts of atrocities. It would seem so risky trying to hide the remains of 30 victims (possibly more). This killer has used 'risk' as a tool of survival.................
As the grungy looking fella come out of the Stop & Save, he was walking toward his car- but right then a payphone began to ring outside of the store, right in front of the nose of his black mystery car. He sat down in the seat of his car and twisted the cap off of the mountain dew, opened up his new cigarettes, fired up one- still the phone was ringing. His heart raced. A dead girl in his trunk, a payphone that won't stop ringing, he decided to answer it just to ease his mind. "Yeah", he said as he picked up the reciever and place it to his ear. "We got a real problem", the voice resonated from the other end. "I'm sorry this is a payphone at a convenient store, you've got the wrong....." The caller cut the killer off, and the voice began to speak in an angry tone. "I know who in $^%$&^& I'm talking to, I know what you're wearing, I know what you drive, I know where you live, where you work, I also know you're a &*()(*_(*_^ serial- killer, you killed my little girl and you're gonna have to pay! Do you understand scumbag?" The killer hung the reciever up and ran to his car, and with fear flowing through his veins- he sped out of the parking lot of Stop & Save. The loud, hopped-up, Buick with glass pipes could be heard driving into the black stillness of the night. He turned up his stereo, but the strangers voice haunted him. Was it a challenge or threat? "Is someone following me and hiding in the shadows?", he thought to himself. He looked in his rearview mirror and spotted a set of headlights quickly approaching his Riviera. The roads in these parts were as dark as D-Day, the fog rising up off the roadway didn't help, and the fact that a cold blooded killer was being stalked by a complete, unknown stranger was playing heavy. Quickly the Riviera, with a young girl beaten & murdered in the trunk, took a hard right and then a detour through a field to a spot behind an abandonded barn. The pickup truck and the mysterious driver, came to a grinding stop. As the dust danced in the headlights shining from the front of the truck, it revved it's engine, as in "next time" , then spun around and disappeared into the Louisiana darkness......................
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