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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/Hobosam21 on 2024-09-07 19:27:49+00:00.

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Hey, Kylie here. First things first, Allyson and I are both still alive. Thanks for the tips and thoughts. I’ve been a bit busy so sorry for the late update.

Secondly, to the prick that sent me the angry DM because he couldn’t find me in Greenbrier Michigan… Wrong state asshole.

Someone suggested Allyson should buy a gun, she can’t really. She’s only 19 so she can’t own anything semi automatic or a hand gun in this state.

But I can.

I told the guy I wanted something that could handle a bear, I might have lied about a trip to Alaska… anyways, after test firing a few I settled on a 10 millimeter gun. He called it a two stack, so instead of eight shots I have sixteen.

I wanted something that I could use to protect us because we went right back to work. I know it sounds crazy, Jordan insisted.

And it makes sense, people still need to be able to contact 911. Chuck and Andy can only handle it on their own for so long.

With Allyson’s parents still in Europe she would be safer at the call center than alone at home. The police department had a cruiser sitting there as well.

And I’m glad they did because this town is going crazy.

Did you guys know you can buy a gun, pass the background check and then you have to wait ten business days to pick it up??

Not ideal when you’re in a situation where you might be attacked at any moment.

Luckily I have friends, I won’t say who but someone lent me a Glock. He made me go to the range with him three days in a row before he would let me take it home but that’s still better then what the gun shop is requiring.

Like I said earlier we went back to work right after the attack. Jordan basically said show up on time or be fired. And since I have a mortgage and like eating here I am.

On the bright side the doors are back in place, the gate has been fixed and now closes. Oh and there’s a patrol car parked across the driveway. So I’m actually not feeling too bad about coming back.

Allyson was a little more reluctant but when the alternative is staying home alone she quickly agreed to come in.

A few of you brought up some good points, how did the killer lumberjack find Allyson? Why was Jordan so calm in the face of death?

I don’t have an answer for either, maybe he heard her voice on the phone? Or he’s following her? I don’t know.

Jordan is an enigma himself, I don’t hate him like my coworkers do. But I’m not a fan of him either, but then after he stood up for us like that…

I don’t know, his past is pretty blank and he’s super quiet about his personal life. But there is one thing that happened.

So I came in to work with Allyson. Just like normal Jordan was in his office, but then the stars aligned.

Allyson was on a call with a very unhappy resident concerning their missing groceries and Jordan went outside.

I don’t know if he’s ever gone outside during a shift. Or even used the rest room.

Anyways his office was left unattended. I don’t know what came over me. I rushed over to Jordan’s office, a quick glance at the monitor showed he was outside walking the perimeter of the building.

His desk was mostly bare, two call reports lay on one side and a note pad on the other. The note pad was blank but lots of pages had been ripped from it. The first drawer I opened was filled with reports. I glanced at the monitor again, he was rounding the third corner. I didn’t have much time.

The second drawer on the right hand side was locked. Shifting my focus to the left hand side I opened the bottom drawer. The only thing inside was a black leather book.

Jordan was entering the lobby, I flipped through a couple pages. Names, nothing but names. They all had green or red lines through them. I heard the first metal door open.

I turned and rushed back to my stall and put my headset back on. I let out a shaky breath just as Jordan entered. He walked to his office, paused, turned to look at me for a moment then went in his office.

I hadn’t recognized any of the names, I googled a few that I could remember but didn’t get anything solid. I’ll have to bid my time and try again later.

*

I would say I’m pretty friendly with everyone at Greenbrier PD and FD. I’m probably closest with one of the newer officers, Dean has been with Greenbrier PD three years now.

Dean and I grab drinks at the diner occasionally. I wouldn’t say we’re dating. We just hang out one on one from time to time.

One of these times they had a $2 long island iced tea special. $38 later we were sloshed, there was no way either of us was going to drive.

My house isn’t far from the diner so we stumbled our way there and crashed on the couch.

This wasn’t uncommon, we’d often sleep off the night. Him on the couch and me in my room before heading our separate ways in the morning.

But something was bothering Dean that night, he was uncharacteristically quiet. I asked him about it once we were settled in.

At first he didn’t want to talk about it, maybe the alcohol loosened him up or maybe it was just the vibe we had going that night but he told me his story.

“Did you see that boat being towed past the diner as we walked out?” I shook my head, I hadn’t noticed any boats but I wasn’t exactly looking either.

Dean leaned back on the couch “that was a 21 foot 1972 Starcraft Starchief”. He stared at my ceiling quietly. I responded tentatively, unsure of what brought on this somber mood. “I wasn’t aware you were a boat guy”. A small laugh died on my lips when I saw the tear running down his cheek.

“I wasn’t a good kid in high school” he began, “not like drug use or anything like that. I was just super edgy and thought I was too cool to be friends with other kids. Looking back I was just a dick for no reason”.

“I barely graduated, I think they just wanted to get rid of me really. After that I enlisted. Not because of some sense of duty, I didn’t want to work and the army seemed like a way to make money. And I thought it would make me look cool”.

“You would think that would have straightened me out but instead I spent six years doing the minimum. I never left the country and when it came time to reup it was made clear to me that I shouldn’t”.

“So I went back home, I squandered my GI bill on some dumb online college courses. By this time my parents were about done with me. They told me to get a job or get out of the house. They would support me for three more months and then that was it".

Dean smiled at the memory, “I tell you what, at the time I was pissed. Now I can see they had way more patience than I deserved. Anyways, that’s when I applied to be a cop. There was a shortage so I had no issues getting in”.

“I’ll skip all the boring parts, what changed everything for me happened on a rainy October day. I was mad before I even arrived at the call”.

“A simple domestic disturbance, a homeowner called to report someone on their property. I was the rookie and it was raining so I got sent out to deal with it”.

He paused for a moment. The memory weighing heavily on him.

“I arrived at a very nice beach house. The homeowner was a lady in her 60’s, she was polite enough. She explained someone had beached their boat in front of her house and was acting weird”.

“I made my way to the back yard, sure enough. Just a dozen feet off the shore was a ragged Starcraft. And attempting to push it into deeper water was a gaunt looking woman. She was probably in her early 20’s but the soiled clothes and sunken skin made her look older”.

“She had that trademark erratic movement about her that all tweakers have”.

“It wasn’t uncommon, drug addicts would often acquire boats and live in them for a time. Often times they would sink or like this one get stuck somewhere”.

“And that was my first mistake, I assumed she was just another junky. I yelled at her to come ashore, she ignored me and kept trying to push the boat. The tide was going out, she was never going to move the boat until it came back in”.

“I yelled a few more times but she wouldn’t listen. I radioed in and they told me to figure it out. So I walked through the knee deep water absolutely livid. My boots and pants were soaked with sea water.”.

“She kept screaming about how she needed more water, I tried to grab her but she ran around the boat. I chased her in circles a few times cussing her out the whole time. She had this illogical panic about her, she kept pleading with me to listen but I was done listening. Ask, tell, force, that’s what I had been taught when it came to noncompliant suspects”.

“She wouldn’t stop running and she was a good deal faster than me. So I pulled out my taser and popped her. She went rigid just long enough for me to grab her. It was like giving a cat a bath, she screamed and clawed. She begged me to let her go back to the boat”.

“I didn’t listen, I dragged her inch by inch to the beach. By this point she was sobbing and begging me to let her go. I wouldn’t. I threw her onto the beach and loaded another cartridge into the taser. I didn’t need it though, she lay on the beach convulsing, her eyes so wide and filled with terror I thought they would pop out of her head”.

Dean sniffed and wiped another tear.

“I had spent so many years fantasizing about being a hero you know? I wanted to be the guy everyone respected, maybe even feared. I wanted to be the guy that stopped people from hurting others. Instead… instead I stood over the body of a terr…

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