Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-27057392-20160514134123

This happened almost a year ago, right after I graduated high school but while still living with my parents. My parents were filthy rich and they tended to both go on a business trip for a good few days every now and then, leaving me to do whatever I want home alone with all their money. That usually resulted in giant parties being held at the house by my courtesy. All the parties that I hosted usually ended up in the same way; an overpaid DJ playing a bunch of random radio hits and sometimes not even bothering to make a seamless transition between songs, teenagers binging drugs and booze and drunk couples having sex in every single private compartment they can find. Me and my friends usually cleaned the place up before my parents came home, but even if we couldn’t manage to finish cleaning it, Mom and Dad would never react much to the mess I made. For some reason, my parents never used to mind when I’d overspend their money or do some downright illegal stuff. Their carelessness really went an extra mile. Even to this day, I still can’t figure out if they were spoiling me or neglecting me.

Our high school graduation ceremony had just finished and my friends wanted to have one last high school party the very next day before we all moved on to colleges and universities. Heh. Who am I kidding really, the only people from my circle that was going to college were me and the few other spoiled rich kids who could buy their school qualifications. The rest were screwed. The rest were those average schmucks who followed us everywhere and kissed our asses so they can feel validated by others who were as penniless as they were. No one said it outright, but it was pretty obvious that they were the kind of people that would end up being either employed in fast-food joints or nightclub back alleys. Delinquents without any sort of hindsight.

I’m getting a bit off-topic here. Sorry about that. My thoughts are a bit scattered at the moment. Let me get back to what I originally intended to talk about. This one party I hosted a day after graduation was meant to be the ultimate sendoff, a final ode to all the wonderful memories we made in school. Almost a hundred people had arrived at the party and only a few faces were completely unrecognizable. Compared to all others that had come before, the party was more memorable not because of the debauchery, but because it was the last time all of us were going to be together like this and everyone had begun to loosen up emotionally. Teenagers confessing love to each other(one guy even proposed) left and right with varied answers from their subjects of affection, recently single people contemplating their life and drinking away their sorrow, close friends sharing their common memories and weeping in groups as they cope with the realization of eventually going their separate ways. It was only an hour after the party had began but it had already started to reach its emotional crescendo.

The party had lost most of its momentum around 2 AM, so I decided to take a break and lay for a while in my room. Not wanting to completely shut myself away, I observed the party through my television connected to the security cameras planted all around. Instead of having a split-screen where it shows all cameras at once, I decided to have the whole screen dedicated to a single camera at a time so I could look clearly at what was going on from where my bed was. Flipping my television through all 12 cameras one by one, I could see people pushing each other into the pool and playing beer pong on the front lawn, girls passed out in the living room, guys sitting on the stairs and passing weed joints to each other…

But there was something on the 7th camera…the sideyard camera that was very unusual compared to the rest. The sideyard was completely empty except for this burly big guy walking and carrying someone on his back. It looked like a girl and she seemed to have passed out. I couldn’t recognize any of them because the camera had blurred out their features. He carried the girl into the back of the sideyard’s garden. You have to know that our sideyard is quite big and there’s a very sizable area between the sideyard’s garden and the house fence. This specific area was special because it was out of sight from the windows, almost out of sight from the 7th camera and it didn’t take a lot of obversation for a stranger to figure out how good of a hiding spot it was. Through the 7th camera, I could only see his top half, his bottom completely blocked by the tall garden plants. From the cameras, I could make out the guy putting down the girl on the grass. I was afraid he might sexually assault her and I may have to intervene, but as soon as he laid her down on the ground, he simply left.

I got out of my room to take a look at the girl and figure out what happened. I came to the sideyard and found the girl still alone and unconscious but still breathing. What was that guy going to do with her? Or, what did he already do to her? I recognized her as one of the girls from a different class that I never got to meet but I did remember her face. While I was so busy thinking all this, I heard a voice behind me: “What the fuck are you doing here?”. I turned back and there was the burly guy with sweat glossing on his forehead and a shovel gripped in his right hand. Him I didn’t recognize, but I knew the shovel in his hand as the one from my home. He must have left the girl so he can go through my home’s toolshed to find it. Without waiting for me to answer, he instantly charged at me and knocked me out with the shovel. I don’t remember much after that.

The next morning, I woke up still lying in the sideyard. The sun hadn’t fully risen and I was having trouble functioning because I was having a hangover with extra headache. I looked around to find that there was a freshly moved patch of ground where the girl was. The asshole buried her here and did it in such a rush that he made it incredibly obvious something is buried under there. I looked at the security footage and it confirmed my suspicion: as soon as I was knocked out, the bastard buried her alive in my sideyard. Judging by how nonchalant everyone else was in the morning and how the police only came after several weeks to finally bring a search warrant to my house, it seems there was no one there to witness him doing all this. 

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"">It’s fine now, though. I finally found the creep. He tried to disappear from the grid for the last year but I finally found him in some dingy apartment a few towns over. Turns out, he followed that girl all the way to my graduation party to ask her out but got rejected like the pathetic fucker he is, so he drugged her and killed her. No one, no one ever gets to disrespect me and my home like that and get away with it. The worst thing…the worst thing is that he just had to be such a fucking beginner and bury her somewhere so damn obvious. I had to take out her body and hide her somewhere much less apparent than the goddamn sideyard. As I am writing this, I’m right outside his new hideout with the same shovel he knocked me out with…and I’m going to fucking kill him with it. It’s a good thing my parents are filthy rich, though. And it really was their first act of true care for me when they paid off the cops so they wouldn’t find the body he buried, or all those other ones I buried too. <ac_metadata title="Life of the Party"> </ac_metadata>