THURSDAY NIGHT IN WAUBEDONIA PARK (PART 1)

John and Brenda Bonk had spent over an hour driving back to the small Wisconsin village of Fredonia. Though they'd moved away 20 years earlier, they still had a fondness for the place where they'd grown up and met each other. So each year on their anniversary they reserve a campground spot in Waubedonia Park - the scenic area of town, down by the Milwaukee river.

Througout the summer weekends the park is flooded with campers. But during the weekdays it's mostly barren at night. Since the park closes at 9:00 PM, the Bonk's could pretty much assure themselves of privacy. Although in spite of the 9:00 ordinance they would still see the occasional stray dog-walker. The lone police officer in town would patrol the park once or twice at night. So the odds of anyone ever getting caught were pretty remote.



In past years they'd brought their camper, plugged in, and enjoyed a few modern conveniences while they were roughing it. But this year they'd decided to simply bring a tent. At first they wondered if they'd regret that decision as it turned out to be a somewhat chilly evening for a night in June. But once they settled into their sleeping bags and began to snuggle, the cold seemed to filter away.

The Bonks enjoyed these little getaways - especially now. At this point in their lives they liked to reminisce and reflect a bit. They had three children - two daughters and a son. Their oldest daughter was married. And the twins were both juniors at UW Milwaukee. They were looking forward to visiting their son the next day. He had his own apartment on Milwaukee's east side, and had elected to stay there during the summer months.

As midnight approached and the passing cars from highway A in the near distance had slowed to a trickle, the Bonks drifted off to sleep. So they never heard it coming...

20 yards away a large figure loomed. From his vantage point he could just make out one corner of the tent which was made visible by the moonlight. The man slowly crept toward the tent, his boots getting wet from the fresh dew on the grass. As he approached the tent he saw a circle of giant rocks which surrounded a fire pit. Wasting no time he scooped up an impossibly heavy one and tossed it onto the tent with ease.

The spikes from two of the corners ripped from the ground as the tent collapsed onto the unsuspecting couple. John screamed in agony as the rock crushed both his knees. Yet the weight of it resting on him wouldn't allow him to move. Brenda screamed in confusion, unable to see, with the tent's ceiling pressing against her face. Her scream suddenly changed to a gasp as she received a boot from the large man directly into her stomach. Brenda collapsed from her sitting position then watched as a giant tear ripped into the tent over her head. Looking up into the sky she saw the man hovering over her. Her eyes caught the shiny glint of the machete in the moonlight just as it came crashing down across her throat.

John screamed for his wife, unknown what had just happened, only knowing that something had hurt Brenda. As he tried to reach for her, the tent pulled back from his upper body as the large man loomed over him. From behind his back, the man pulled out the severed head of his wife. The fresh blood still dripped down, landing all over John's face and in his mouth. He tried to scream but found himself choking on his wife's blood. As he spat it out, the man used Brenda's long hair and swung her head in the air, crashing it down on John's face. He repeated this several times until John stopped making noise and his head was thoroughly crushed.

Satisfied that his work was done, the man walked off the grass and onto the road which ran through the park. In one final swinging motion he brought Brenda's head onto the concrete, exploding it. He let the final strands of her hair fall from his right hand as he walked back down the road, disappearing into the woods.