He’d seen how she almost floated into the oven and how, on its own, the door slammed closed, engaging the external lock. As morbid as the sight was, Clayton watched while young Tessa cooked in her own oven. He’d suspected something had been going on in the house for years but he’d never known for sure. Many years of disappearances, and people who lived in the area refused to go near the house. He’d always figured it was the natives driving people away. Many years ago, the Indians claimed that area as theirs. He sat and watched the tape until nothing but white noise filled his screen. Then he decided what he must do. Giving the gun to Eric was a precaution. If it really was the natives, then that couple needed protection if they were about to go missing. Since no one had seen them in town except for him, he’d figured they’d gone back to where it was they came from. Now that Tessa’s family had reported them missing, he needed to do something about that. Now he had proof that Tessa was forced into the oven and burnt alive.
