September 14, 1998
It was a day like any other. I was driving to work in my Ford Shelby, and that is when I got a call from the chief. Yeah, I’m a cop. No breakin’ laws on my turf. Anyway, I answered, and he was freakin’ out.
“H-hey,” he answered, soundin’ like he shat his pants.
“You listenin’ to 107.3?”
“Uh, no.” I replied.
“Well, put it on!”
So I did. I switched the tune to 107.3.
Breaking News! Jared Hays GONE MISSING after the child went to a restaurant in Brookfield with some of his friends.
AUDIO – Reporter: “Do you know where Jared last went?”
Rupert Murdoch: “Yeah, he went to the bathroom…”
Reporter: “Did he come out?”
Murdoch: “No, so I sent my friend Max to go check on him. That’s when he came back… without Jared.”
I turned the radio off and sped down to the restaurant down in Brookfield. Cops were already at the scene, questioning employees and the manager. I got out of my Shelby and entered. There was police tape around the door of the bathroom, and police tape around the counter. I stepped over the tape and talked to an officer who was looking around the bathroom.
“What do you think happened to Jared?” I asked the officer.
“Probably a kidnapping,” he replied. “After this I’ll go question the employees if someone went in after or before Jared.” I nodded and walked out of the bathroom.
I then heard clanging and banging coming from the kitchen. I got curious and jumped over the counter. I then saw a man in an apron cutting up something large on the stove. I then realized it was a body. I gasped and pulled out my pistol.
“Freeze!” I shouted. The man turned around and ran at me, taking the pistol out of my hand and whacking over the head with it. I then passed out.
I woke up tied to an old rocking chair. I looked around the dark room and saw the man. He was looking over some devices. There was a pistol, a jug of gasoline, pliers, and a saw. He then picked up the saw and walked over to a counter. He then dumped the body I saw earlier in some kind of large fryer. He then looked at me.
“I hope you like fried food…” he said, chuckling. I then heard a timer ring, and he took the body out of the fryer.
He then cut up the body and put the person’s hand on a plate. I then realized that the hand belonged to Jared Hays! He then grabbed a fork and started to FEED me the hand. I struggled, and the hand tasted disgusting. Then, when he fed me the entire hand, he grabbed the wrench and whacked my head again, knocking me out.
I woke up in a dumpster outside the restaurant. My head was bleeding, and I felt stiff. I climbed out the dumpster and walked to the nearest police station and reported the man. 30 minutes later, the man was under arrest for murder. I then was drove to the hospital. The doctors treated my wounds. I didn’t know what day it was. I was then drove home. I spent the day in bed, looking scarred.
I then fell asleep. 2 weeks later I went to Jared’s funeral because my wife was friends with Jared’s mother.
I told no one about my kidnapping except for the chief. And I never went to that restaurant again.
