File: 1389239920542 jog-(4 old_man jpg) Sureynot 01/09/14(Thu)05:58 UTC+2 No.13990019 Replies: 22 31 11 My grandpa always taught me to fear rainy days He would tell me these stories about Redvark, the

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My grandpa always taught me to fear rainy days
He would tell me these stories about Redvark, the local maximum security prison.
He would tell me about the violent criminals, and the deeds they did to end up there.
He would explain to me how some of these men were so dangerous that they couldn't be trusted to live in normal jails cells, that they needed to be chained to the stone walls.
My grandpa would tell me about rainy days and stormy nights
How the rain would weaken the stone, and how these men could pull the chains right out of the wall, ifit the weather was bad enough.
He showed me newspaper clippings of escapees
There was always a handful per year.
He would tell me that, to a the prison breaks always coincided with rainy weather.
Most escapees would flee to the neighborhoods
They would try to hide in people's garages and basements. Under their porches, waiting for the rain to pass
Sometimes the men would break into the houses.
Sometimes the men would unspeakable things to people residing in those houses.
We lived only about 8 miles from Redvark.
And on rainy days, my grandpa would remind me of this.
My grandpa would tell me that on rainy days it was best to just stay in my room.
To lock my door. To put some music on low, grab a comic book, and get my head somewhere else
He even taught me how to tun my closet into a fortress of solitude
We threw a blanket and couple of pillows in there
a few posters of superheroes on the closet wall
I kept a box of comic books and baseball cards in one comer, and а metallic foot locker filled with junk food and cassette tapes in the other.
My grandpa would encourage me to get in the closet when it rained
Especially when it stormed
would sit in there, listening to my Walkman
would finger through comic books.
would bundle myself up against the pillows and to sleep
safe in my closet
And enjoyed the hours that would spend in there on rainy days.
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He would tell me that most of the time during escapes, the convicts would usually only hurt people they happened to come across
broke into a home to avoid police, and there was a family sitting around the in the living room, they would strike
He would tell me that if a Redvark prisoner escaped, and if they came to our neighborhood, and if they broke into our house, that as long as stayed in my closet, be okay.
It would be possible for a convict to find me and hurt me
But as long as stayed in my closet fort, would be as safe as anyone in town
would remind myseff of this on rainy days.
I would sit in my closet and think about it and it would make me feel safe
My grandpa disappeared one June
with him alone
My parents had died years earlier.
My grandpa disappeared and was afraid to call the police
knew if something happened to my grandpa, the police would take me away and force me to live in а home
I didn't want to live in а home
Ihad a home
kept his disappearance to over a week.
I would walk myself to school
knew where grandpa kept emergency cash, and so would take a little here and there to the comer bodega and buy some milk and sandwich meats.
One day, about eight days after his disappearance they let out of school early.
Storm of the century, they said
Thunder and lightning, and heavy rain all night
The rain was so heavy that night, the local streets flooded over.
On the walk home from school, the water was up to my ankles
9 o'clock the water was coming up to knees
I got home, climbed into my little hiding space and covered myseff in a blanket
Thunder clapped outside
very afraid
The storm itself unsettled me, but thinking about Redvark and how easy it would be to escape during а storm like this terrified me
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‘We lost power after a little while
sat in the closet in darkness
to my Walkman for solace.
After a few hours, the music started to stutter.
After а few more minutes it stopped altogether.
Batteries
Dead as doornails.
continued to sit in silence
The power hadn't come back on yet
The darkness and silence enveloped me
Then the silence was broken
a scratching noise some distance away.
it at first
But it grew louder and more insistent
Finally, reluctantly left the safety of my fort
In the upstairs hallway stopped and listened
The noise was clearly coming from downstairs
descended the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest
I got to the kitchen and stopped to listen again.
The noise still sounded as if it were coming from below me.
‘We had no basement, so the fact that the noises were coming from beneath me was unsettling
There were more noises now, too, not just the scraping
thought heard moaning
I crouched low to the floor, listening
The noises got louder as entered the living room: louder still as entered the main corridor
stopped on a throw rug at the end of the hallway.
The noises were at their loudest here, below me
pulled the throw rug away and saw a trap door.
It must have led to a basement or crawl space
no idea it existed
had no idea there was anything under that rug
I wondered why it was padiocked
grabbed а ring of old keys that hung on а hook in the mud room
I tried the keys in the padlock one after another.
The fourth key slid in to the lock like a base runner sliding in to.
Something pounded against the bottom of the trap door.
FTHWAAAAP!
followed muffled voices
Ebby dare.”
1 could barely make out the voices.
FWTHWAAMAPI
"Help из!"
that
the key and lifted up trap door.
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The worst smell Ive ever known wafted up and hit me in the chest
heard women crying and а man’s voice sobbing "Thank God, thank God.”
And then another. "Water. Please, we need water.”
The next few days were a whirlwind
Police, media, and gawkers descended on the house
Our small town in Arizona never saw much excitement.
The news of a home-grown serial killer sent an electric jolt through the populace
The media was relentless.
The police had a million questions.
"Where is your grandfather?”
1 know.
"Did you know what he was doing?”
"Did you help him hide his secret?”
No, said. No, never
"Did you help your grandfather bury the bodies in the backyard?"
No.
"You must have Вере
said
No.
"You must have helped. An old man like that wouldnt be able to dig in the Arizona clay all himself.”
And then it hit me.
said
The policemen looked at me blankly.
"He'd wait to rain.”