Dexter, Maine

Authors Note: This story is a transcript of a recording made by Beatrice Yarrow to explain to her parents and friends what happened to make her leave her home town.  Beatrice, or her body, has yet to be found.

It was a dark and stormy night.  Not. But now I wish it was.  Hi I’m Bea, Beatrice that is and I want to tell you about the day my life changed forever.

I have the perfect family.  That’s what I told the guidance councilor, then the police when they brought me in.   I didn’t tell them but in real life mom stays home because she’s a drunk and I stay out her way because when I was five she gave me head trauma.  My dad, I guess I knew him once but I haven’t  seen him for years.  Big bro, let me see, he’s a druggie and a supplier, but he loves me enough not to get me involved, yet.  So obviously one of them is the reason I was dragged into the interrogation room right?  Wrong. It was my own stupid fault.

So that guidance councilor I told you about earlier, I bet your thinking she works for an amazing school with caring kids that’s become my second home.  Nope, wrong again.  See here in Dexter, Maine we’ve got a bit of  a strange history.  So not many move here and everyone who can moves out.  So I’m friends with a few of the girls that live here but not many.  And don’t even get me started on the teachers.  In fact the only cool thing is back behind our measly playground is the remains of an old, abandoned farmhouse complete with a barn and corn crib.

Almost every day when I skip, I mean err after, school I go down there.  Sometimes with other girls but usually alone.  I like to explore.  I love the old barn with the peeling red paint.  I love the farm house with the old butter churn.  And I especially love the corn crib, it’s just the right size to be a clubhouse for me and my friends.  But for some reason I had never noticed the trapdoor set in the floor of the corn crib before.  Well duh I was curious!  So like an idiot I opened the trapdoor and climbed down a thick metal ladder. 

I scrambled back up the ladder but the two men still saw me, not my face but the back of my favorite t-shirt, the one that says ‘You got problems’ on the front and ‘I don’t care’ on the back.  Damn it!  But maybe it was some really weird guys playing a game.  That was possible right?  Oh god I hope so.

Author’s Note: The rest of the recording is still being transcripted and will be made available to the public as soon as it is ready.