Pan cake party Part 3-4

Unknown caller ID:(“redacted”)

“Hello colonel redacted of (three letter redacted agency) on behalf of not yet publicized redacted information: “Hello colonel Redacted I’ve come bearing misfortunate and troublesome news! Ma’am, Seargent Franky James has went missing the tracks lead to a public reservation, out in the distance what must be seventy two clicks away sits oddly shaped bags and figures that dangle from the trees; potentially human life. And what sits behind them dangling from a dilapidated excavator bucket is the now recked remnants of James jeep must be at least a hundred and twenty stories high held vertical by the front bumpers winch.”

5:30Pm. Tuesday 04/01/96

Unknown three letter agency: (Colonel Redacted) “Has you or the subject gone to investigate the remnants?”

5:42Pm.

Unknown caller ID: “No ma’am! Xailla and Rios have not yet been compromised, subject Leo remains concerned of his friend; SGT Franky.”

5:44Pm

Unknown three letter agency: “Good proceed to keep an eye on the subject and report to us any odd findings and information about No longer redacted disappearance of SGT Franky James. Dismissed!”

5:55Pm. Tuesday 04/01/96

Voice message received(Leo): (audible sobbing, sounds of repressed heavy breathing, girls gossip in the distant background.)

“What the fuck!…. Is it frank!?….”

3:57Am. Tuesday 04/01/96

Shayla: “oooooooowwwwoooh!!! Spooky! Scary! Town!”

Rios: “this ain’t shit!”

Redacted: “ Im told this old town, use to have witch burnings and unique punishments, kinky huh!?”

Rios: “can’t be worse than Nuevo León. Cochina!”

Shayla: “well one of has a man! And which one of y’all is going to get step daddy frank!?”

The girls looked at each other’s, fake smiles and confusion, it was a cold and awkward stare, passing glances at one another, before Rios chimed in! “I don’t need no fucking man!”

4:30Am Redacted journal entry 04/01/96

(Redacted) journal entry

We are now two days into our three week long commeracion camping trip and my private investigation of San Carlos plaza near wight sands and cloud Croft New Mexico. Rios Alejandra Pacheco age forty three born and raised in matamoros Mexico lost her husband in Laredo Texas information redacted leading to the arrest of a high profile narcotics trafficker! Now she works as a part time informant for the redacted agency! Xailla céream Silvia, also known as Shayla Silvia age twenty seven, Navajo Mexican American born and raised in Phoenix Arizona, graduated cheer captain and is enrolled in adolescent physical education therapy. Leo Arthur maverick age fifty two, wife’s status (Unknown) nineteen year old daughter Jessy holdin maverick deceased status (redacted) SGT Franky James, alias Frank J, Age fifty six, SGT of US marine corps, member of S.O.G, and redacted is a part time retired member volunteered to help aid in the investigation as part of a retreat for a commemoration of Leo mavericks daughter and the anniversary of t thirty year friendship! Now MIA!

Redacted signing off we begin investigation today! 4:55Am

Pancake party part 4

Redacted journal entry

“Holy fuck!…” a cold wet rain, blanketed by snow and hail falls upon the camp range, the now degrading town sits semi inhabitable; we set out on the journey to the hanging masses that line the trees, in hopes to meet up with Frank. Leo’s been quiet; not that he ever says much, but something seems off about him, Shayla acts like a total pick me constantly comparing her body to mine or Rios. She’s like a crack head kid on monster energy, constantly flirting and being obnoxious, sometimes she’s uplifting from this Erie dump, most of the time she’s annoying, Rios is chill, cold even! She dosent give a shit and stays on business. She’s efficient, but In etiquette with the investigation, how she managed to convince Shayla to rage along as a third wheel beets me! We must have been hiking for an hour when we heard it. The groaning whaling sound like that of a pig being strangled and suffocated by smoke coming from in front of us loud enough to Cary for miles out, the excavation site was seven miles passed that, we went to investigate with caution. Shayla whispered: “perhaps Franky found some grub!” Despite her wishful thinking I laugh now, because the sight we stumbled upon was awful! Out laid in front of us a water fountain big enough to be the dinner plate of a giant, in the middle sat a stack of pancakes, it wriggled around and produced steam, a red blackish substance leaked from atop of it and slimy fatty substance melted upon it like butter, I think I saw a nipple as it ran down the side, I could see franks jeep dangling from the structure, but all the bodies where gone! Nothing dangled from the trees but loose chains. On one side of the plate sat an amalgamation of blended birds and scrambled eggs, and on the other side what appeared to be big strips of bacon, except it had faces and arms wriggling around from each strip like six people had been grotesquely fused together, arms and muscles spasmed and wriggled around as one of the faces gurgled a groan and occasionally let out a pigs wine! The part that disturbed me the most was what sat atop the cake!

Held together by peace’s of string floss and discarded dismembered fingers, spelt out the words (“Happy fifth birthday princess! Love daddy!”) and the number five made from feet and a forearm!

“Colonel redacted Please get back to me! Thank you for your time Maam! And have a great day!”