July 4th

It’s July 4th and my whole family is here at the lake. Everyone is getting sunblock on and getting ready to go play in the water. My little brother runs to the water and stops. He just stops and stares out into the water. The whole family is crowding around him and he points to something floating in the water. From where I am it looks like a bag but my grandma screams and I know it isn’t just a bag. The water rolled over the figure onto the beach and I could clearly see there was a body inside of the bag. I walk over and everyone is calling the police.

A few minutes later the police came and pulled out their notebooks. They opened the bag and a head rolled out. No one could recognize the face and no one really wanted to try. The police told us to leave the lake because it will be shut down for examination. We got everything and left as quickly as we could. As we were driving away I looked back and saw the police tape. More police passed us and so did an ambulance. By that point I could no longer see the police or the body.

At home nobody mentioned the body. At about noon we went to my uncle’s for the fourth of July celebration and he heard the news. Jacob, my brother was yelled at for being the third person to tell my uncle what was going on. Jacob is always really annoying and making me mad. Then my uncle told everyone not to talk about it. On the news the police found another 13 bodies. We were shocked. The news called it the Day the Flag Turned Red. Uncle Joe turned off the TV and said that is enough. I went to the bathroom but before I turned on the light he yelled,”everyone to the basement!” I stayed and he didn’t notice I wasn’t there. A little after they went down I heard what sounded like a chainsaw and I investigated. Uncle Joe was at the bottom of the stairs with a chainsaw and everyone screamed but I knew no one could hear. I freaked out and ran back up. He didn’t notice. I hope. I pulled out my mom’s phone and called the police. Just after, the chainsaw sound stopped and I hid in his room. For a while there wasn’t any noise and I was getting scared. I jumped when I heard the sirens. They knocked on the door but I didn’t budge in case my uncle was waiting. The police broke open the door and I came out and said “help me.” They ran to the room and I said “I saw my uncle with a chainsaw about to kill everyone.” Some went to the basement while the others searched the house. “There is a lot of blood down here but no bodies” said one of the police. Then they took me to the police station for a interogation.

They asked me some questions like if I have ever seen him acting strange. Or was there any past experiences of aggression. At the end, they told me my story wasn’t working because one of the bodies found in the lake was Uncle Joe’s. They told me I had an alter ego. This made me mad and I think I passed out. Later when I asked a guard, they told me I attempted to kill the interrogators. I didn’t believe him. As fourth of July was coming to an end, I realized it was all a cover up story and I was that man with the chainsaw. I freaked out and realized I am the only one left. For the rest of my life I was in prison without parole because of the deaths of 22 people.