Souls of Mud

The small lake at Dover Park had just been drained. They were looking for bones. A confessed killer gave a statement to his lawyer that his high school sweetheart's body had been in the lake for more than twenty five years. He had caught her cheating with an older man who was far more endowed.

More than thirty policemen and women waded in the soggy mud...prodding for evidence. Two detectives were talking...standing on a small wooden bridge. One spoke of how beautiful the victim,Lorrie Vanes, was and how strange it was that her boyfriend confessed.

After all...her boyfriend, John Walles was of a prominent household and a very dedicated family man.

A hunched over man in dirty clothing who looked to be a hundred years old approached the detectives. His scraggly, thin silver hair danced in the breeze as he said with a graveled, hollow voice,"She is not in the mud...I took her body home for my collection after I made him hack her pretty head off."

Both detectives looked at the man with astonished faces at first....soon turning to anger as one detective ordered him to leave the area.

The old man looked hard at the detective who spoke to him and said,"This is my bridge, this is my lake, this is my mud." The other detective said with a stern tone,"You just better get the hell out of here old man or we will put your antique ass in jail!"

The old man raised his left hand, wiggled three filthy, skinny fingers and the detective who spoke harshly to him, jumped off of the bridge....face down into the mud.

The detective left standing on the bridge with the old man was confused but his first instinct was to rush to the detective who just had jumped twenty feet down.

The detective who jumped was slamming his face in the mud...over and over. He was biting into and swallowing the mud as fast as possible. His detective friend and the officers were trying to pull him up from the mud but he writhed away from their hands and continued to gorge himself.

They had almost restrained him when he pulled his revolver and shot himself in the head.

The other detective fell to his knees and looked up on the bridge to see the old man licking his lips with a slimy black tongue. His ugly gray eyes were rolled back as if he were having an orgasm.

The detective pointed at the old man and shouted,"Get him...I want that old bastard arrested!" Three cops that were prodding on the bank side, dropped their rods and ran towards the old man on the bridge.

The old man started to walk at first but then ran with a quickening of a dark and evil spirit. He was gone and out of sight before the cops even got to the bridge. In the midst of confusion, crying and sirens approaching...the detective climbed back up to the bridge and looked down at his dying comorade...covered with mud.

The detective got a call on his cell phone. The ring tone was,"Ding dong the witch is dead." A ring tone of which he was familiar with but did not download on his phone.

He answered slowly...saying,"Yes....this is detective Sparks." It was the familliar voice of Sgt. Eavine, saying,"You better get back here to the station, Norman....the Emergengy Squad just came and picked up John Walles....I think he is dying."

Detective Sparks ran to his car and sped to the hospital as he passed the ambulance coming to get his fallen friend. The detective arrived at the hospital within minutes and rushed to the surgical waiting room after being directed there.

A nurse explained that the patient was complaining of severe stomach pains and having dry heaves.

All the sudden, double doors slung open...slamming.... and a doctor pulled his mask down and began vomiting on the floor. Three nurses came out pale and sobbing...a fourth was shaking as if she had seen a ghost.

Detective Sparks stepped quickly around them and into the surgical room. There it was...soaked in muddy blood....the head of Lorrie Vanes, protruding half way out of the stomach of John Walles.

Detective Sparks staggered from the room and down the hall. He made his way to the emergengy exit when a nurse approached him, saying,"The dectective we just brought in has died...I'm sorry...they just couldn't save her."

Detective Sparks looked confused and said,"Her?"