A few years back, I got a text in the middle of the night.

I was a high school senior, and my parents had pretty much given up on keeping me in check.

As long as no one was getting hurt, they could focus all their attention on my three younger

sisters.

So, there was little to keep me from sneaking out to see what the fuss was about.

I met my friends down by the path leading to Frog Lake.

There was six of us, led by Brandon and his devotee Vicky.

They were all gathered in a little group along the path, and it wasn't until I stepped

up that I could see why.

There was a dead body on the road.

A middle aged man.

He'd been dead for a few hours, and judging from the tone of the others, they just found

him like this.

This unfortunate man had been reduced to a novelty.

The others had already rifled through his pockets, and they'd all agreed not to call

the police.

Instead, they were going to let someone discover him on their morning walk.

But, while the others were chatting about getting grossed out, Brandon was making plans.

They'd already taken all the loose cash from the deceased man's wallet, but that wasn't

quite enough.

They were talking about putting lipstick on or giving him a weird haircut, but Brandon

wasn't having it.

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