MAKE IT VIRAL:
a story by Charredtorso
I was summoned to a house in the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles regarding an infant drowning. Because it was a child, I went to the house by myself. When I walked into the house, the father of the 18 month toddler was crying hysterically. A relative and neighbor were trying to console him, but it wasn't working. The cops told me the classic story. Dad went into another room ONLY FOR A MINUTE. When he came back, the kid was gone and he found him floating in the pool face down.
Something was off, way off. I decided to check out the kid and the pool.
To my shock and surprise, the kid was still in the pool. The pool was filled with moss, algae and trash and only had water in the deep end. The kid had one leg sticking straight out of the pool and it was stiff. "What time did you get the call?" "How long do you estimate he's been under water?" "Why didn't the FD pull the body out?" I wasn't a Coroner's investigator, but I was getting a reputation among the detectives as someone that was pretty sharp. Otherwise, the cops wouldn't have told me shit.... "Dad said he found him after a few minutes about an hour ago." "The fire-rescue didn't move him because they knew he was dead." "This is bullshit, I think Dad is lying has ass off."
After I got the toddler in my mortuary vehicle, I went back to talk to dad. He was still hysterical and kept repeating "She's gonna kill me...." I asked the cops what "she's gonna kill me" was all about. they said his wife was a no shit Biker Chick. She left the house one day with her bike boyfriend and said "If anything happens to my kid, I am gonna kill you." Dad screwed up somehow and the kid was dead and his ass was in BIG trouble!
A week later, a pack of bikers walked into the mortuary, lead by the kid's Mother. I let her see the baby and got her back into my arrangement office. Contrary to most biker's lifestyle, she was in control of the male bikers. They pulled out a huge wad of cash and wanted the best possible for her child's funeral. I asked where the father was, for some paperwork..... "He's gone....." "Do you know how I can contact him?" "He's gone." The way she said GONE, I knew he was probably at the bottom of a mine shaft, out in the Mojave Dessert, hogtied, with the back of his head blown off.
Despite being VERY badassed bikers. Mom, her crew and their associates treated Me, my staff, the child's grandparents with deference and respect. We went out of our way not to wind up next to dad in the mine shaft out in the Mojave.
The funeral went off without any additional drama. Mom and her boyfriend both thanked me for the services we provided and offered me a beer anytime at their clubhouse. I have had several encounters with bikers during my mortuary career. I am certain FLORIDAGUY will be delighted.
I Like Patches "Hello Eugenie"
Special shout out to all the Bad ass Bikers.
Good story Charredtorso. I would love to hear one of those bikers stories, if it is what I am imagining
The drama of living and dead!
I fuckin' love this story! Thanks!
Even my bike likes this story
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