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 scanned as many of the framed portraits as I could in a quick sweep and one eerie thing stuck out most. The man seemed to age from photo to photo and change attire, but Georgia always remained the same. The same face frozen in the dying days of youth, the same stiff posture as if someone had propped her up with an umbrella and that same ageless, porcelain skin.

I was almost done with my research when I felt something brush up against my back. I screamed and whipped around, drew my gun like a movie cop, placed my finger on the trigger.

My gun was pointed directly at Bruce’s drone. It hovered right in front of me. The camera pointed right at my nose. Had my surroundings not put me on edge, I would have laughed at the image Bruce had at the moment of my gun stuffed into his face.

The drone began to behave like a dog which wanted to be let out to go to the bathroom. It wobbled side-to-side and did a littler circle. I assumed this was Bruce’s way of signaling I should follow it.

Right on cue, the drone spun around and took off up some stairs which led up out of the living. I followed it into the darkness of the staircase.

A little sense of security washed over me when I saw the drone’s headlight flick on and illuminate the way up the dark stairs like a tour guide on a haunted cemetery tour. Now palely lit, I scanned the walls which led up to the second story and saw endless photos of Miss August on each side of me. This raised the goosebumps on my arms until we reached the top of the stairs.

Once atop the stairs, I followed the drone through a door and into a bedroom. Completely unfurnished and hollow, the Feng shui of the room immediately gave me a horrible feeling in my stomach. The only thing in the entire room were old newspaper clippings pinned to the wall without an ounce of any kind of organization.

I followed Bruce’s drone over to the clippings. They were all San Francisco area newspaper clippings about the disappearance of Georgia Marie August.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and made me jump as I read a story about Georgia which quoted her parents about how much they missed her.

I checked my text from Bruce:

I’m going to check out the other houses. Follow me.

I followed the drone back out into the dark rustic plaza of the Carter compound. I watched the aircraft whiz ahead of me and move over to another modest-sized house like the one we had just left.

From a solid distance. I saw the drone fly up towards the second story of the house and slip in through a window. It was inside for about 30 seconds before I reached the front door, tried and handle and headed in.

The interior of the second house was exactly identical to the first one, down to one single lit chandelier providing the lighting. I immediately started examining the framed portraits all over the wall.

The portraits were exactly the same format as the ones in the first house with the same pale, gaunt man, but the woman was different. The woman was my mother.

I quickly turned away from the photos. I didn’t need to see anymore. I knew the drill and I didn’t need to see any more of it.

I took out my phone and texted Bruce:

I’m going to that warehouse.

Without a text back. I watched the drone spin around, give me a human-like dip nod and then fly over to the front door which I had closed behind me. I let the door back open and watched Bruce’s drone take off into the night air and head down the sloped hill of the property, in the direction of the warehouse.

I was no longer worried about concealing myself, I was so enraged by what I had seen in the last house. I ran across the muddy clearing in the middle of the property, followed the same path as Bruce’s drone.

It took me a good minute to make it to the warehouse, but I got a good look at the place for the first time when I got there. About 25-30-feet tall and about 50 feet wide, the warehouse looked a lot like a standard auto shop you would see in a small town. Made of crimped steel, painted black, it was windowless with the only entry point being a rolling door in the middle of the side which rested open.

I made my way through the door and was surprised to find nothing but an empty cement slab floor which seemed to comprise the entire warehouse except for one little door in the back corner which rested open. I made my way across the slick cement and to the back corner, almost blind, the only light which came into the warehouse was from a flood light on a power pole outside and it got fainter the further back I got into the warehouse.