This story belongs in Horror but not necessarily Erotic. It could go in different categories. There is violence in this story and some non-consensual sex. I want to thank my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my stories a much better read.
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Part 1 The Story:
I'm Ray and I work for the local Sheriff's Department in our small community. We usually don't have a lot of trouble here other than the drunks, family squabbles and accidents. Every now and then something big happens. This is one of those stories. It all began in October of 1971.
Almost every town has some kind of celebrity - someone who became famous. Jake Mullett, I guess you can say, was ours. He became a professional football player and was the only one ever from our community. They even had a sign posted outside of town saying "Home of Jake Mullett" along with the Kiwanis, Lions club and other community signs.
Personally I couldn't stand the guy. He was an arrogant asshole in my book and in many of our other classmates' books as well. His father was the bank president and acted like he owned the town. I guess his son took after him.
Jake, of course, played football for our local high school. I have to admit he was good in sports. He was our quarterback and was All-State his senior year. He got a full ride scholarship at a University in Michigan. He eventually was drafted into the pros in the fifth round. He also made it to back up quarterback. Of course it went with a half million dollar salary; something that was unheard of in our part of town, especially back then.
It was at our ten year reunion that the death of Jake occurred. The reunion committee decided to have a combination reunion and Halloween celebration at the same time. Everyone was notified months in advance so we were getting a big turnout. The committee rented out the local grange hall which could hold a couple of hundred people. It was an old converted church with a cemetery out back. It made the perfect place for our reunion/Halloween party.
I was on duty the night of the party so I wouldn't be attending, but I did stop by and say hello to my old classmates. Amy, my wife, was there and said she wished I could stay, but she knew I had a job to do. After saying my hellos and goodbyes I headed out on patrol.
About midnight I was called back to the hall. Someone called in and said they thought Jake Mullett was dead. At first I took it as a prank, since it was my old classmates and a Halloween party, but when Amy came running out to my cruiser I knew something had happened. My partner Jean and I got out to investigate.
We were taken over to a grave that was dug for a funeral the next day and in it laid the body of Jake Mullett with a three prong rake sticking out of his chest. I had to jump in and investigate and at the same time try not to mess up any possible evidence.
I checked his pulse and he was dead. There was blood under his head; I had to leave the rake in his chest till the crime team could investigate. Jean helped me out of the grave and we told everyone that no one could leave the party till we could get their name and address.
Jean had called it in and a couple of crime experts were on the scene in no time. It wasn't like it is today with all the special equipment. They scoured the area and gathered up any possible information they could.
Jean and I spoke briefly to everyone there and got their personal information. There was no way we could question everyone right then. It was already one in the morning and people needed to get home. To my surprise, Jake had brought his wife to the party. I never met her before. She was a model and somewhat of a celebrity in her own right. Her name was Simone; she didn't seem overly saddened by the demise of her husband.
She was staying at the local motel and we took down her information and told her we would see her first thing in the morning. Bob Sees, a vice president of the bank that Jake's father ran, offered to take Simone back to her lodging. The overall reaction from everyone was a little shock but all in all they were more put out about having to be questioned the next day.
Most of the party-goers looked upset. We'd have to talk to them one at a time and see what we could find out. We knew this wasn't going to be an easy task. There was not a lot of evidence and the whole area around the grave was trampled. We had to hope that someone had seen something.
I should mention that one of the reasons that so many of the party-goers were upset is because earlier in the evening the committee announced the members of the class that had passed away since the last reunion five years ago and two of the five deceased class members had violent deaths. John Beal was killed just two days after the last reunion and Dan Abrums was killed about a year later. Two others were killed in action in Vietnam. The fifth person was Lucille Wright who lost her bout with leukemia. A lot of the class members didn't know much about the murders but they were both still unsolved. Now another member of their class was killed and at the reunion.
I dropped Amy off at our house and told her we will get her car later. Then Jean and I went back to the grange hall and possible murder site. We were quite sure Jake was killed there.
The crime people said they didn't have much to go on. They would learn more after an autopsy which they were going to make top priority. Other than that they had gathered up some cigarette butts and a few beer cans. There were two spades and the rake. We wanted all the information we could get before the news people got hold of the story.
Jean and I divided up the list of the people who attended the party. We called the chief and he assigned a few extra people to help us with the investigating interviews. We would start first thing in the morning. We needed to get as much information as soon as we could while it was still fresh on the peoples' minds. Jean asked me if I wanted her to question Amy. I told her that I would ask Amy what she preferred and let her know. Amy and I have been married for six years at that time. We got married when I came back from being overseas in the service.
Amy was still up when I got home. Our best friends, Ron and Susan, were there also. They asked me all kinds of questions but I told them we didn't know anything and that I would have to question them about what went on that night.
"You don't think we had anything to do with it?" said Ron.
"Look," I said. "This is a murder investigation. I don't think the three of you killed anyone but you will have to be questioned. We need to know what everyone saw. The smallest clue might help point to the killer. If you prefer Jean, my partner, can talk with you or I can."
"Honey," said Amy. "You can question me. I don't have anything to hide from you."