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The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 5: Part 1
By Thomas Hewitt
On the day of October 5, 1986, the dead bodies of Drayton and Samson Sawyer were found in an old bomb shelter located on northeast Texas. The only survivors were Willard Edwards Sawyer, Molly 'Stretch' Anderson and former Texas Ranger James ‘Lefty’ Enright. Molly Anderson sustained minor injuries while James Enright sustained two broken legs and 5 fractured ribs. Drayton Sawyer was killed when he created an explosion from an unknown source. The police apprehended Willard Edwards Sawyer shortly after the blast had occurred. Samson Sawyer had been killed by the blast as well. After the paramedics revived James Enright he claimed that a man named Bubba Sawyer was the killer. No man was found. Molly Anderson had to be sedated after police found her brandishing a chainsaw. She was insane. She had been put into a mental institution in Dallas, Texas. The case was closed. Over the years, more than 40 more deaths involving a ‘chainsaw wielding maniac’ have circulated from southern Texas.
Part 1
The camera flashed the mangled body. The sheriff knelt down over the body and lifted the blanket. Charles Hanson, the child’s name was. The sheriff had known the child’s father. The sheriff slowly laid the blanket down over the body. He stood up. The only people there were the coroner, him and two deputies. The sheriff whistled to one of the deputies and motioned for him to come to him.
“Yes, sheriff?” the deputy asked.
“Get Gerald Hanson on the phone, ask him if his son is missin’,” the sheriff told him.
The deputy nodded his head and walked on down the trail. After the deputy was out of sight, the sheriff took his hat off his head. He closed his eyes in prayer.
“Sheriff?” the coroner said.
The sheriff was interrupted.
“What the fuck do you want?” the sheriff said. He had snapped at the coroner, who was shocked to have heard that. “Look, I’m sorry. I was just prayin’. You don’t interrupt a man prayin’. Now, what’d you want?”
“Are they sending someone from Dallas to work the case?” he asked.
“Yeah, he should be here any minute. You get your picture?” the sheriff asked.
“Yes, sir I did. I just want to know when you want me to do an autopsy,” the coroner said.
“Well, after the parents identify the kid. Then you can do your autopsy,” the sheriff said. Behind the coroner, two men were walking up the trail. The two men wore suits; nice, crisp, clean cut men they were. They bother wore sunglasses over there eyes and a cowboy hat on the top of there heads. As they walked toward the sheriff, they eyes the crime scene: the area screamed murder and death, blood everywhere.
“Sheriff Hoyt?” one asked.
“Yes, sir, I am,” he said. He loved it when people called him sheriff.
“I’m detective Guy Keller and this is my partner, Jason King. We were sent here to investigate the death of a young child. May we see the body?” Keller asked.
“Yeah, over there,” Hoyt said, pointing to the blanket again.
The two detectives approached the body. King knelt down and lifted the blanket.
“God damn,” King muttered to himself.
“What was the murder weapon?” Keller asked.
King stood up and looked at Hoyt.
“We haven’t found one,” Hoyt said, folding his arms over his chest.
“Well,” Keller said, “Large lacerations, torn skin. Looks like a saw or, maybe even a chainsaw.”
“Don’t bring that shit up,” Hoyt said.
“What ‘shit’,” King said, “Every detective in northern Texas has worked on a case involving a chainsaw death.”
“Look, I don’t want word of a ‘chainsaw killer’ floating around my town. Drive people away,” Hoyt said. “Is there anything else you want? We have to take this body down to the morgue so the family can identify it.”
“Nothing,” Keller said, “No clues or leads here. No footprints. You guys search the trails around here?”
“We have men on it right now,” Hoyt said. He looked over at the coroner. “Bag him up. Take’em down to the morgue.”
Martha and Gerald Hanson were escorted into the autopsy room by a deputy. The room was dark and cold. On the table before the Hanson’s was a boy, so innocent. Martha nearly collapsed. She didn’t want to see it. He husband, Gerald, didn’t move, he just stared at his son. He blamed himself. If he hadn’t let his son go hiking this wouldn’t have happened He looked at Sheriff Hoyt and the coroner, who were standing off to the wall.
“That’s my boy, sheriff, that’s my boy,” he said and he helped his wife out of the room.
After they were gone, Hoyt said to the coroner, “Do what you need to do, but don’t make it messy. Keep it clean.”
Sheriff Hoyt left the room. The killer needed to be brought to justice. But he didn’t know how. No fingerprints, no clues, no leads, nothing. King was right, the thought, another disappearing ‘chainsaw killer’.
Hoyt, Keller and King had been waiting outside the autopsy room for an hour before the coroner called them in.
They all stood around the dead boy.
“Okay,” the coroner said, “He has only about seven large lacerations. The one that killed him was the one to the back of the head, cut the spinal cord. But, he didn’t die without pain. He was chased, you already know that. He has ten large cuts on his back. The kid fell, and the killer finished him off with a chainsaw to the neck. The autopsy doesn’t say much.”
“We have nothing,” Keller said, not lifting his eyes from the body.
“I’ll check on my boy’s, see if they found anything in the woods,” Hoyt said.
A month past with out anything. No one could find the killer. It seemed that this wasn’t Texas’ chance to bring the killer to justice. The case was remained opened.
It was late, about ten o’clock. That was when the phone rang.
“Hello,” the women on the line said, “This is Tyler County Sheriffs Office. We are closed right now, but you may press 1 to leave a message.”
A small dial tone.
“Thank you. Leave your message after the tone.”
A small beep.
“Hello. I’m call in regard to the Charles Hanson case. I know where the killer is hiding. He is, uh, I don’t think he would like me doing this.”
And the phone was dead.
Sheriff Hoyt sat at his desk the next morning. Allison, the secretary, knocked on the door.
“Sheriff, there is a message. Someone left it after you took off. Here,” She said as she handed him a cassette.
“Thanks,” he said.
He put it in a cassette player he had on his desk. He clicked play.
He listened to the women’s voice. She was troubled. She knew the killer. After he listened to it, he pulled it out and held it in his hand. The detectives had left the town, and no one to work on it but him. He didn’t want to go through with it, bring any more pain to this town. He tossed it in the trash, knowing what he had done. He had just thrown away the Hanson’s only hope of having closure.
Gerald walked into his bedroom where his wife had been laying. He looked at her. She needed to do something for them, anything. They had not found the killer of his son. And they needed to. She was slipping into depression. He had a friend in Houston that could help him. He knew it was illegal, but he needed to hire someone to avenge their sons death.
To Be Continued
8/10/2004 4:25:04 PM
(Updated: 8/10/2004 5:10:24 PM)
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