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

Sitting in the dark shack, Eli watched as Raymond vanished into the dense treeline with the shovel and the sinister bag. Whatever was inside that heavy black plastic, Raymond was trying to hide it from the world.

His hands shaking, Eli pulled out his cell phone and dialed the county sheriff's department. "Sheriff's office, what's your emergency?" a tired dispatcher answered. "My name is Eli, I'm a hand at the Miller farm off Route 9," Eli whispered frantically. "My boss... he just dragged a heavy body bag into the woods with a shovel. You need to send a cruiser out here right now."

There was a long, heavy pause on the line before the deputy scoffed. "Raymond Miller? You’ve got some nerve calling in something like that on Raymond, kid. I'm going to need a lot more than just a hunch." "I'm telling you, something is wrong!" Eli pleaded. The deputy sighed. "Look, we'll see what we can do. Hang tight."