A few months ago, I was at a bachelor party. All my friends had gathered and we had this

big night out. I'll be the first to admit, at a few shots too many. Still, I'm a responsible

driver, and I didn't lift all that far away. So, I took the sobering walk back home.

I used the shortcut by the lake, trying my best not to step on any frogs in the way. My

spuggers were everywhere. I was about halfway home when I noticed something further down

the road. Someone was coming my way, and they were dragging a large garbage bag behind

them. We stopped about 20 meters from another, and I got a good look at him. He was wearing

nothing but a pair of jeans, and he had this wild stare, like an animal. His eyes were

so large, they were practically round. He had several deep cuts in his skin, as if sliced

by a knife. But, there was no blood coming out. He just stood there, staring at me.

Look the other way, he said, just look the way. I don't know why I did as he asked. Maybe

he was just me being stupid and drunk. Still, it feels like there was something more to it.

I honestly didn't want to know what I was walking into. So, I looked away, and I heard him

shuffling past me with this garbage bag in tow. Good, he coughed. You did good.

I didn't report it to the police. I was barely conscious by the time I got home, and I wasn't

sure if I had dreamt it all. I was too busy nursing my hangover to consider what had really happened.

There wasn't until a few days later, and I started noticing the missing posters that accounts

woman Leslie Bolin that I started getting suspicious. Still, I did nothing. I had no part in this.

I wasn't even sure what I'd seen. About a week later, they reported Leslie Bolin had been found.

There weren't any details released to the public, except that there was suspicion of murder.

I couldn't help shake the feeling that I'd seen something that night. I hadn't told anyone,

not even my girlfriend. I laid awake at night thinking about what to do.

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