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On Friday the 13th an investigative journalist discovers a very disturbing family secret, and blood splattered mayhem is its game of choice.
Warehouse of Blood by Shane Migliavacca
Music by Ray Mattis
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Transcript:
April 13th 1979\\xa0
It\\u2019s 1:00 A.M. on Friday the 13th and I\\u2019ve been awake for two days. Will the 13th hold good luck for me? We\\u2019ll see.\\xa0
My long brown hair needs a good combing, haven\\u2019t been back to the apartment in three days, and I think my bra is starting to stink of BO. I\\u2019m sitting here on a wood crate and my butt has fallen asleep.\\xa0
I\\u2019ve been following Teddy Stoneberry all night. Teddy\\u2019s been the talk of the town lately. Only surviving son of Peter and Dorthy Stoneberry, Peter owns a huge shipping empire. Teddy\\u2019s twin brother Chuck died in fire when the boys were ten, which left Teddy to inherit everything.\\xa0
His younger sister Ann ran off with her female tennis instructor last year. Word was the folks disowned her after that. Lately Teddy had been seen galavanting about town with a model by the name of Suzy S. No last name, just \\u201cS\\u201d. Guess that makes her interesting.\\xa0
Suzy became a lot more interesting a week ago when she went missing.\\xa0
At first it was looked at as just another Suzy lost weekend coke binge. Then her purse showed up in a gutter on 43rd street. Everything intact\\u2026 not even a penny missing, so robbery wasn\\u2019t the motive.
If it was a kidnapping, why hasn\\u2019t anybody come forward?\\xa0
Pretty soon all signs were pointing at good old Teddy. He was know to have quite a little temper. The popular theory was: They got in a fight over her drug habit and hit her a little too hard. Poor Suzy is most likely stuffed in a crate on one of Daddy\\u2019s cargo ships halfway to Singapore.\\xa0
The other theory: Suzy\\u2019s old flame, Jay Jay Brown, he of a fifth rate punk band called Motherfuckers from Mars, killed her in a jealous rage.\\xa0
I don\\u2019t buy that theory myself. Teddy is involved somehow. I can feel it in my gut.\\xa0
I watch as he enters a warehouse owned by the family, not far from the pier. I can hear the water crashing against the side of a nearby cargo ship. There\\u2019s a chill in the night air, forcing me to pull my denim jacket tighter. It\\u2019s furry collar prickly against my neck. I pull my wool wide brimmed hat down.
\\u201cTime to snoop Sam.\\u201d I say to myself, watching my breath twirl in the cold night air.
I slip off the box, worming my way past the stack of crates I was hiding behind. My butt and legs are asleep from sitting there, causing me to limp along for a few seconds before the blood gets flowing again. \\xa0
This is my favorite time of any story I\\u2019m investigating\\u2026 digging up dirt, sneaking around, butting in where I\\u2019m not wanted. Might not be respectable, but sure as hell is fun though.\\xa0
If I can catch him red handed, I\\u2019ll have the scoop of the year. I\\u2019ll be done with these shitty little news stories I\\u2019ve been covering for a year and a half. Just because I\\u2019m a woman the chief gives me the most boring stories imaginable. Flower festivals and craft fairs. Fucking really?
Catch him red handed doing god knows what. I figure he wouldn\\u2019t have the body stashed here, right? Maybe he\\u2019s got something of her\\u2019s here. It\\u2019s slim, but it\\u2019s better then nothing.\\xa0
Teddy entered using a door marked \\u201coffice\\u201d. Too risky trying to enter through there. Maybe I can find another way in\\u2026 an open window or something. Preferably nothing that involves climbing\\u2026 me and heights don\\u2019t get along too well since that case with that embezzling councilman and the high-rise balconies.\\xa0
I\\u2019m in luck, I find a dumpster around the side of the warehouse. Above it is a large window. There\\u2019s a horrible smell coming from the dumpster. The image of Suzy\\u2019s decomposing body pops into my head.\\xa0
Shit. No two ways about it. Now I gotta look.
Fishing the small flashlight from my jacket, never leave home without it, I lift the lid of the dumpster. Thank god I\\u2019ve got my riding gloves on. I shine the flashlight over the contents of the dumpster. There\\u2019s a few black trash bags, some empty beer cans, some flattened cardboard boxes and something else. I can only see a little bit of it. Red. Bright red. Could it be\\u2026 Suzy?
I try to push some of the garbage out of the way, but it\\u2019s too far down. I really, really do not want to climb down there. I ease the lid back down and go hunting for something to extend my reach.\\xa0
After a little looking I find a broken board from a wood pallet. I head back to the dumpster and use it to push aside some of the trash, while holding the flashlight in my other hand.\\xa0
Laying there under everything is what remains of a fair sized dog. The greasy cheeseburger I had for lunch almost makes a return appearance. I throw the board in and lower the lid. God, the dog looks like it was skinned. Not only skinned, but there\\u2019s chunks missing, like somebody carved Fido up for lunch-meat.\\xa0 \\xa0
Who the hell would do that? Teddy got a dog meat fetish? That would be far out. Make a hell of a headline.\\xa0
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I decide to get back to why I\\u2019m here. Checking out this warehouse and where Teddy got off to.\\xa0
I climb up onto the dumpster lid. The cold metal creaks under my weight. One too many cheese burgers. I try the window, but there\\u2019s a wire mesh protecting it. That\\u2019s what a high crime rate get\\u2019s you. Worse yet the glass is frosted, so peeking in isn\\u2019t possible. Damn their security and secrecy.
I stand there, frustrated. Trying to come up with another plan. That\\u2019s when I hear a loud scream from inside.
Shit!
I jump down off the dumpster, trying not to break a leg in the process. I run around the side of the warehouse to where I saw the door marked office. Before I can pull it open, the door flies open of it\\u2019s own accord, knocking me on my ass and pushing the air from my lungs.
In the commotion I see a vague man-sized figure standing in the doorway back-lit by the light from within. I hear a groaning noise as it rushes past me. I try to get a good look as it runs away, but I\\u2019m too slow. I\\u2019m fairly sure it wasn\\u2019t Teddy\\u2026 but that\\u2019s about all I\\u2019m sure off. \\xa0
I look off in the direction it went. I can try and follow or go in the warehouse. I decide to go into the warehouse.
Whoever knocked me down left bloody footprints. What\\u2019s going on in there? Just to be safe I pull a small double barreled Derringer pistol from my jacket. I keep it for \\u201cclose encounters.\\u201d Better safe then sorry.
The mayor might be cleaning up the city. Making it safer for the good people. But it can still get pretty dirty.
I pull open the door. There\\u2019s a modest office inside with desks, carpet and filing cabinets. The bloody footprints mar an otherwise decent carpet. Shame.
Making my way through the office, following the bloody prints back to their source leads me to a hallway. The blood leads down the hallway to the main warehouse area\\u2026 aisle upon aisle of metal shelves, about ten feet high; each one crammed with boxes and crates of various sizes and shapes as far as the eye can see.
The blood trail ends in a large pool in the center of one of the aisles. There\\u2019s no body, just a hat. Looks like the kind a security guard might wear.
A pained moan comes from somewhere in the back. The guard maybe? I try to follow the sound but get lost among the aisles.\\xa0
After a little fruitless searching, I give up.\\xa0
\\u201cHello?\\u201d I call out. \\u201cWhere are you?\\u201d Then I add. \\u201cI\\u2019m here to help.\\u201d I was actually here snooping. They don\\u2019t need to know that.\\xa0
There\\u2019s no answer. I try a couple more times, holding my breath and waiting for an answer\\u2026 when finally\\u2026
\\u201cHere!\\u201d The voice says weakly, a man\\u2019s voice. \\u201cI\\u2019m here.\\u201d
\\u201cKeep talking to me buddy.\\u201d I holler back. \\u201cI\\u2019ll find you.\\u201d
After a few minutes I find a very beat up Teddy Stoneberry in the rear of the warehouse. He\\u2019s slumped against a wood crate, a large gash on his forehead\\u2026\\xa0 another on his chest. His hair is matted with blood.\\xa0
\\u201cWhat happened?\\u201d I ask, kneeling down by him.
\\u201cWho?\\u201d He mutters. \\u201cWho are you?\\u201d
I need a good lie. \\u201cJenny Smith. I was passing by. Heard a scream.\\u201d Not good, but it\\u2019ll do. He\\u2019s barely with it anyway.
His wounds look pretty bad. He needs help. But the reporter in me overrides my natural instinct to help.\\xa0
\\u201cWho did this too you?\\u201d I ask.\\xa0
His only answer is a groan, his eyes closing as he slumps forward. I check him, still alive. Trying to wake him, I shake him a little.
\\u201cC\\u2019mon Teddy. Stay with me.\\u201d
He groans again, his eyes opening and promptly closing once more.\\xa0
\\u201cFuck.\\u201d
Wanting to stop his bleeding somehow, I scan the area for a rag or something. That\\u2019s when I see the room behind a stack of crates\\u2026 almost hidden away.\\xa0
I rush over. The room is dark. I pull out my flashlight. Looks like someone was being kept here. There\\u2019s a stained mattress on the floor and some blankets. There\\u2019s also a bowl with hunks of bloody meat. The smell of rotting meat and urine is overpowering.\\xa0
I back away, trying not to vomit.\\xa0
That damn cheese burger won\\u2019t stay down.
God, were they keeping Suzy here? What the fuck did they do to her?
I go back over to Teddy, suddenly not caring about helping him anymore. Angry, I shake him hard till he moans. His eyes fluttering open.\\xa0
\\u201cWho did you have here?\\u201d\\xa0
\\u201cWho?\\u201d He mumbles, his head drooping forward.\\xa0
\\u201cHey! Hey!\\u201d I slap his face, leaving a red mark. \\u201cStay awake Teddy! C\\u2019mon! Who was in that room? Suzy?\\u201d
He laughs, coughing on his blood. \\u201cSuzy who? Suzy Q?\\u201d
\\u201cIn that room.\\u201d I point. \\u201cWere you keeping her there?\\u201d
Teddy coughs, spitting out some blood. Right onto my cheek. Thanks.\\xa0
He grabs my left arm tight. \\u201cBrother. Brother\\u2019s here.\\u201d He says, before finally going out again. His grip goes slack. His hand falling to his lap.
\\u201cBrother? Your brother\\u2019s dead?\\u201d I say, even though he can\\u2019t hea'