About fifteen minutes went by and Knight got up from Jonathan’s lap. He ran over to the porch and got a drink of water. Jonathan got up from the chair and walked around the back of the barn. He looked at the ground behind there and nothing seemed like it was ever disturbed. But his curiosity got the better of him so he went inside the barn and got the shovel.
Jonathan carefully dug behind the barn in the area he saw in his dream. He was hoping that his thoughts on the dream were not going to come true. The dirt that he dug up, he gently tossed to one side. Jonathan dug and dug and so far nothing. He stopped for a minute to rethink what he was doing. That dream meant something, I know it, he thought. He continued to dig and had a hole about two feet deep.
Jonathan widened the hole and continued to dig deeper. Knight walked around the barn to see what Jonathan was doing. He started to dig in the hole as well.
“Look out Knight, you’re in my way,” Jonathan picked him up and moved him aside.
Knight sat off to the side and watched Jonathan as he dug the hole broader and deeper. He got as deep as four feet when he saw a black plastic bag. Jonathan stepped back and Knight walked up to the bag and pawed at it.
“No Knight, we need to call the police,” Jonathan picked the cat up and walked to the back of the house.
He put Knight on the chair and called the police station again. He told the officer who answered that he might have found a body. The officer asked him a few questions and said that someone will be out shortly. Jonathan put his phone in his pocket, picked up his coffee cup, and went inside the house. He got himself another cup of coffee and stood there feeling disgusted.
“If this is that young girl in my dream, it’s just awful,” Jonathan took a sip of his coffee.
He looked at the clock on the stove and it was 9:45 am. He topped off his coffee and carried it back outside. Knight was still in the chair which was good. He didn’t need to be digging in that plastic bag. Jonathan walked around the yard drinking his coffee. The waiting for the police to come was making him anxious. What is taking them so long, he thought.
Ten minutes went by, which seemed like an eternity. A sheriff's car pulled into Jonathan's driveway and stopped alongside the house. Jonathan put his cup down on the grill table and walked over to them. The two officers that were there the first time got out of their car.
“Good morning Jonathan,” Officer Ben said.
“Morning Ben, and Randy. Come around here, it’s behind the barn,” Jonathan walked to the back of the barn.
The three of them walked behind the barn and looked at the plastic bag. Ben knelt by the bag and touched it. The bag had deteriorated some so he was able to peek inside of it.
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