Topic: The Lord Shadowfire Memorial Junior High Shooting

Irene McGuffin

Date: 2017-05-13 17:25 EST
The school had been taped off. Luckily it was a Saturday, but numerous police cars and coroner's fan filled the parking lot before the main entrance.

The area had been lined with RPD police tape, keeping the area sealed of. One cop walked out from inside the building, to lean on the railing from the front steps. He looked to the other cop, nearby. "So, we're thinking he snapped and went crazy. Shot himself up," he said. "Some weird shit in there, but nothing too strange."

"Yeah, a couple of his neighbor's saw him running down the street with his gun, screaming about his daughter," he the second cop. "She's safe at home, slept through the whole thing."

"Good for her. Mike's saying she lost her mom in a car accident a few years back, that sucks," said the first cop.

"Sure it ain't related to those freaks up by the Inn" We don't have to call in the other team, right?" The second cop looked a little annoyed by the idea.

"Nah," first responded. "This one looks pretty open and shut."

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"Poor Bob," Irene murmered from the sidewalk. "We know it's bob, right?"

The other, much smaller woman, nodded.

"Oh my god, Midge, this is terrible. Poor Brenda....after her mom was taken from here, God rest her soul," Irene exclaimed. "So sad," she placed both hands over her ample bust, lip arching in a clear frown.

"They're saying Bob just snapped, and starting running down the street screaming," Midge reported to her friend. "It's a shame, but Mark and Mel have been saying they think he'd been taking Barb's death out on Brenda..."

"Oh, I don't believe that for a second, and believe me, I know these things. Bob wasn't that kind of man. Besides, it's not our place to judge how he runs his family," he ranted before snorting. "To spread gossip like that..."

"I..." Midge trailed off.

"So many tragedy's close to me, Midge. First the church, now Bob. He was a good man. I don't know if I can take all this," she said, continuing to frown, and cutting at the edge of her mascara with a tip of a fingernail.

"Oh! Did I tell you? My sister-in-law, Anita has a cousin who's son lives down the street from the church," she turned and announced to Midge.

"Irene, we've been over this, the church was an accident," Midge rebuked, before she crossed her arms, looking narrow eyed at her friend.

"You can't tell me what I know," Irene retorted. "I have dreams, Midge, you know that. And I know in my heart of hearts the Church wasn't an accident, and Anita's cousin's son said he heard gunshots that night, while the church was burning. That's proof, I'm right."

Midge rolled her eyes. "Of course, Irene. I'm going to go get some coffee." She turned and began walking home.

Irene watched, eye burning holes in the back of Midge's head. "You don't have to believe me. I know.....I know, and you can't take that away," she whispered.

"If these lazy pigs won't help, I'll get to the bottom of this myself."