Farmhand Spots His Boss Dragging Something At Midnight, But What He Did Next Made Him Dial 911

Eli spent the rest of the evening at his small living shack near the edge of the farm, unable to shake the uneasy feeling in his gut. Raymond had locked the farm's tool shed, something he had never done in two years of operating the property.

Around midnight, Eli was lying awake on his cot when he heard the faint crunch of gravel outside his window. He sat up silently and peered through the dusty blinds. Out under the pale moonlight, Raymond was hauling a massive, heavy black body bag out of the locked shed. The old farmer grunted under the immense weight, dragging the suspicious sack toward the tree line at the edge of the dark woods. He carried a heavy trench shovel in his other hand.

Eli felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. The spooked look on Raymond’s face earlier, the mysterious phone call, and now a large bag in the dead of night? Eli’s mind raced with terrifying possibilities.