Creepypasta: The Enemy You Know

Creepypasta: The Enemy You Know

“In all my years on the force I’ve never seen anything like this” Officer Penn Irvin declared in his inimitably lush voice. It always remind his partner of a radio-announcer’s, albeit with much less enthusiasm.

“You said that about a parking violation last week…” said partner, the relatively much younger Phipps Pembroke, sighed in response. Still, there was no denying that they were overlooking something both completely unprecedented and more than a little ghoulish.

The pair were kneeling at the lip of a grave marked off with yellow police tape, which for a mere week had contained the body of octogenarian Jeremy Walt, the victim of an apparent suicide. It had been exhumed by person or persons unknown, taking the corpse with them, leaving nothing but a disturbed mound of earth and a wrenched-open casket.

“Why do you think someone would do something like this?”

“…”

“…Phipps?”

“Wha-?” Phipps said as he was dragged back to reality by his partner’s ever-incessant voice. “Oh, sorry, I was thinking about something. Anyway, if you ask me, it’s probably kids. Kids these days are so stupid.”

“Yeah, kids are always exhuming corpses” Penn exclaimed sarcastically.  Why back in my day…wait.“

“What is it?”

“Whoever dug up the body would have had to be someone who would have been unquestioned going into a secluded public place late at night.”

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“Are you sure you can get the goods?” police rookie Phipps Pembroke’s fellow cabal member Daniel Lutz had asked him less than two days ago.

“Of course. I’m a cop. Worst comes to worse I can arrest any witness for trespassing on the grounds, since I’ll be there late at night. And then I can pin the whole thing on them.”

In spite of his assurances, Phipps hadn’t been entirely sure himself. Still, he had a handgun, a vest, and a badge to protect him should all else fail.

“Really now?” Daniel asked, cocking an eyebrow as the room’s sole light source flickered forebodingly. They really needed to stop holding these meeting in Daniel’s basement. The thing was barely furnished when they had begun, and Daniel had never made good on his promise to have the place renovated to look appropriately arcane and morbid. Pushing such thoughts aside, Phipps sighed and went into his well-rehearsed answer.

“Yep. People don’t trust the police these days, hell, historically speaking they rarely have. But I doubt even the most fanatical anarchist would suspect what I’ve been up to.”

“Indeed, Phipps” the cell’s leader, an elderly Ethiopian known to his followers only as Tooth, said. “Jeremy Walt was a coward, escaping into the arms of death like that. Once we reanimate him we’ll show his screaming soul what happens to those members of the Diviners of Entropy who shirk their sacred duties.”

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“-ello? Helllllloooooo?”

“Hm-wait, what?” Phipps exclaimed with a start as Penn’s velvety tone once again reminded him he was still on the clock.

“I was asking if you had any idea who that might be” Penn said with no undue amount of exasperation.

“Who what might be?”

“The suspect! Jupiter in heaven above, are you dense!”

“Oh, right, I-“ Phipps said, trying and succeeding to suppress a grin. “I have no idea. Come on then. We should really head back to the station, there’s probably gonna be a mountain of paperwork for us to do.”