We Thought We Found A Dead Hooker In The Woods, But It Turned Out To Be Something Much Worse

With that, Dwayne turned and started back toward the idling minivan. As he made his way there, I locked eyes with his dad one last time and he gave me a single nod, his lips slowly curving into a smile that chilled my blood.

How many times has that smile been the last thing someone saw?

Dwyane climbed into the passenger seat of the van and waved goodbye as he buckled his seatbelt. His dad shifted into reverse and the minivan began to back down the driveway while I returned the wave out of sheer force of habit.

That was the last time I saw Dwayne “in the flesh,” as it were. He never returned to S.L.K.F. and about a week after Halloween, we were told that Dwayne’s dad had gotten a promotion and that they’d moved to Japan. Then, last year, Dwayne sent me a friend-request on Facebook which I accepted because why the fuck not?

A few months ago, he posted an obituary for his father, whose death had been listed as “the result of a hunting accident.” Reading those words sent a chill up my spine because I just knew that it was a lie and the truth was probably something most of us couldn’t possibly fathom.

But hey, at least now I get to tell you guys this cool story! Hopefully, the knowledge that the thing known as “Dwayne” is still out there somewhere, just waiting to lure more unsuspecting people into wooded areas so he can do God knows what to them doesn’t give you too many nightmares.

Happy Halloween, suckers! TC mark

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