The Bodies Of Missing Girls Have Been Showing Up In Our Small Town, And The Locals Are Starting To Fear A ‘Time Traveling Serial Killer’

I kept my gun pointed in front of me when I walked through the back door and the world around me went to complete darkness.

Completely blind, I felt my way around the hallway, keeping my hands on the sidewalls the entire time until I felt myself go around a corner.

A flashing light appeared once I rounded the corner. I couldn’t make out what was producing the flashing light yet, but I could see about 20 yards down a tight corridor, it was coming from something on the ground. I moved towards it slowly.

My heart sank when I saw the source of the light. Bruce’s drone, crumpled and destroyed on the ground. A pathetic, little trickle of acrid smoke billowed up from it.

I checked my phone, expecting communication from Bruce, but I had no service, my messages and call logs were blank.

Shit.

I didn’t have time to conduct a thorough investigation, but I saw the source of the drone’s destruction. Hanging above the crumpled wreck was a thick steel door, the bottom brim of it hung about six inches below the ceiling and looked to be operated by some kind of remote control.

My brain told me to turn back. I was already in too deep, and without Bruce’s drone and no service, I had no form of backup or communication with the outside world. But my heart told me to keep going. Dive deeper into the darkness, the cold steel, get to the bottom of this furious mystery. I thought about that dinner back with my mom the last time I saw her.

I ran past the doorway which caused the end of Bruce’s drone. I felt it start to drop to the ground like a guillotine as soon as I jumped through it. I shot a look backwards and saw it closed now, some of the wreckage of Bruce’s drone laid just inside of it on my side of the door seal now.

The walls around me shuddered. The sound of a heating system firing up. I suddenly felt like I was in an operating building.

I knew it was crazy, but I pressed on towards a blue light I saw up the hallway which seemed to lead into an opening.

The sounds of machinery picked up the further and further I went into the hallway and the closer I got to the blue clearing. It began to feel like I was in a factory or a huge air conditioning unit.

A massive warehouse facility greeted me at the end of the hallway which was more like a tunnel. The hallway spilled out onto a platform which looked about 10 feet down into a sunken floor lined with equipment which made it look like a laboratory. It honestly reminded me of where they kept the aliens in Area 51 in the movie Independence Day. It was a sunken room with blue pods of sorts lining the wall and heavy machinery in the middle.

The sight was an utter mindfuck. I had no idea what to do. I figured I would just continue to explore, but also began to wonder if I was simply wasting my time.

“Excuse me officer,” the voice of Allen, from back at the call box, stopped me in my tracks when I headed towards the stairs which led down into the belly of the warehouse.

I looked in every direction of my horizon and saw no human presence. Scanned again. Nothing.

“What are you doing here, officer?” Allen’s voice went on and I realized it was coming from a speaker system located throughout the room.

Something peculiar caught my eye on the third scan of the room. Down in the corner of the pit were two human figures which rested motionless with one on the ground and another sitting in a chair.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I yelled up into the air, no idea how to communicate with the speaker system.

I figured I was fucked if I did or didn’t do anything at this point, so I started back down the stairs, towards where I saw the figures down in the pit.

“I can’t tell you that,” Allen started in again. “You need to leave.”

I made it to the bottom of the stairs, Allen’s words rang hollow in my ears. I ran on a mission towards the figures in the corner.

“You can’t go down there,” Allen warned.

I ignored him and continued my pursuit of the figures down in the corner of the pit.

The figures became more clear from my closer vantage point. It was the old man from the portraits back in the houses. His body laid cold and stiff, but horribly decomposed, slumped over in a metal chair. I gagged and took a few steps back, but kept my eyes on the scene.

Lying at the foot of the old man and joining him in his decomposition was the naked body of a woman. Looking exactly like the woman who showed up in the bodies of water around the county, she looked to be somewhere in her 20s or early-30s, but had a classic look, volumptous and porcelain-skinned, like a burlesque dancer.