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’

“Mister Carter has passed, there’s nothing I can do,” Allen announced over the speakers.

I looked around the pit and saw that about half of the blue pods which lined the walls had what looked to be frozen women in them. I started to put the mental idea of a cryogenic freezing facility in my head. I thought I may have seen one on 60 Minutes before and it looked like this.

“Mister Carter wanted them to live forever, so he could have them forever, but he didn’t think about himself,” Allen’s voice rained down again.

I’m not sure why, but I started to feel safe. Allen felt like a harmless alien presence. I started to walk around the pit, until the smell of putrid smell of stagnant water overtook the smell of Mr. Carter and his brides’ rotting corpses.

Around the corner from where Mr. Carter and the woman were thawing and rotting was a pool of dark water which seeped in through a huge, ugly tear in the wall which revealed the outside world of the woods, shining in the moonlight. It appeared a flooded creek had ran into the facility, overtaken the wall and started running through the pit and its contents.

“We are broken,” Allen announced.

The little creek which ran through the facility cut through three of the pods which rested splintered and split open like cracked eggs next to a frying pan. I foolishly waded into the water to get a closer look. It might seem risky, but I saw name plates on the pods and had to see what they said.

The first steel pod of broken glass I saw confirmed my fear. Inscribed in thick steel on the top base of the pod read the name “HELEN,” and confirmed to me that the pod once housed someone I called a different name for endless frozen years of dead torture. I called her “Mom.”

I was out of time to reminisce though. The current in the pool which was now up past my waist and was much more swift than I thought it would be. I tried to fight against it, but couldn’t, it quickly sucked me towards the open hole in the wall. It suddenly seemed I would suffer the same fate as my mother and the other women who were frozen in time. I was going to be sucked into the cold waters of the the Wolfsneck River in a few seconds.

I heard one last thing before I was pulled away in the dark water flushed out into the black woods in the night.

“Good bye, officer,” Allen’s hollow words rang out into the night air before I was sucked out of the facility and pulled under the water.

I could taste the chowder and fresh crab in my stomach whenever an especially steep wave rocked the little boat high upon the tide and then dropped it back down. My captain assured me numerous times it was fine to go out on these choppy waters, the bay was always just a tough piece of water and he had worked in these conditions thousands of times.

I was tempted not to trust a grown man who went by the name Captain Johnny, but I let it go, just clung to the gold vase in my hand which housed my mother.

I had only been retired for a week, but it only took me one day to get the fuck out of Riverbend County.

I left a hero. Had I died, I believe the good people of Riverbend County would have given me a Viking funeral, but I lived. I snagged myself on a dead tree branch in the Wolfsneck River just downstream from the creek which ran through Mr. Carter’s home cryogenic project and eventually pulled myself to shore with three broken ribs. Riverbend County was ecstatic I finally uncovered the privileged mystery of Mr. Carter and his property, but it didn’t really do anything for me.

I came to San Francisco to for two reasons. The first was to talk with another old grizzled cop to find out what the deal will Mr. Carter was in San Francisco in exchange for me informing him of what really happened in Riverbend County.

The officer told me Mr. Carter was fabulously wealthy in San Francisco for playing a huge role in creating those first computers back in the 50s which took up entire rooms. The only problem was he had a terrible dark side which led to him developing a penchant for strangling women around the Bay Area. Once caught, he pulled off the wonderful, old school maneuver of paying off the San Francisco PD to ignore what he did as long as he left town.

What the officers in San Francisco didn’t know was that Mr. Carter used his technical expertise to develop cryogenic technology which he took up to Riverbend County with him, along with the bodies of his victims. They also didn’t know that he spent his life up there, selling his cryogenic technologies for huge amounts of cash while using it for his own personal enjoyment by keeping his victims’ bodies fresh so he could take them out when he wanted to and live a faked married life with them.

Also, it turned out “Allen” was another technology he developed. Sort of like his own personal “Siri” or “HAL” from 2001: A Space Odyssey for you old timers.