(static of beginning of a tape recording)
I'm a seventeen year old girl named Casey Fordringer and, due to the nature of how my family was to me... I was emancipated out of my home and I now live in a small little country house outside my town, Olds. I eat alone, sleep alone, watch TV alone... It's the life. I guess.
I mean, there's plenty of quiet... most of the time. I really like it when it's quiet. Mostly since I never got any quiet in my old house when I still lived with my 'rents and two siblings.
Like every morning, the alarm clock sounded at 6:00 AM It was a school day so I merely got up, got dressed, put my make-up on and Waited at the end of my long drive for the Carpool Guy... I liked him a lot.
He was kinda cold, distant... maybe a bit annoyed by me. That's why I call him Carpool Guy, because, I know he only picks me up because my neighbor Linda makes him. She knows I don't make a lot of money on my own at McDonald’s. So she helps me conserve gas by making her son, whom is in the same class as me, take me to school every day. His name was Scott. We lived pretty far outside of Olds, but that was fine.
I liked being near Carpool Guy. His hair was always really scruffy, like he never combed it. It was blonde too, which made it even more interesting to look at. His eyes were the most captivating thing about him. They were blue, not the boring blue though...
They were like satin sheets of pure blue sky, full of life and wonder. Sometimes, I’d actually get him to smile that little smile he does, where two little lines dented in just slightly where his lips pulled up. I really liked Carpool Guy. But, later on in the school year... He went missing. I was obviously distraught. But really, what could I do?
The night I found out, I went home, lay in bed, and fell asleep quick. I had work that night, but it was a short shift and I got someone to work for me. I was really upset. I liked Carpool Guy too much. I awoke to a thumping noise in the basement. I hate waking up in the mornings, specially rudely. I dismissed it, it was probably the water heater malfunctioning again, and I’d have to scrape up money I didn't have to get it fixed... eventually. It was 5:34 AM, so I figured I'd just get up anyway, no use in going back to bed when you'd have to get right back up.
The rest of the week the water heater down in the basement was acting up at random times, it didn't bother me too much, unless it was in the morning. But other than the annoyance of a dysfunctional water heater in the basement that I didn't even bother checking, life was dull. Carpool Guy had always been the bright light at the beginning of the day no matter how much he disliked me. I didn't have any time for friends, so he was really all I had.
More than two weeks had past since Carpool Guy had gone missing. I missed him, but I tried my best to keep going on with my normal, daily routines. The water heater banged and clanged so loud one night that it jolted me directly onto my feet on my bed, I was pissed, the clock said 3:00 AM. I absolutely had enough of this destruction of my mental capacity due to annoying noises in the basement...
I galloped down the stairs that lead into the basement, picked up the shotgun on the table next to the door way and glared at Scott, who was duct-taped to a chair, his jaw torn off. He had been banging his head against the water heater, apparently he was starving to death. I loved him. So much... But really...
"I don't like waking up in the mornings! SPECIALLY RUDELY!"
(A man taps on a microphone for a test to see if it's working and clears his throat before he starts to talk)
That was a police evidence tape of the Olds Carpool Case. 'The suspect had recorded much of her tortures to young Mr. Scott Winter, and before skipping town, she recorded a lengthy confession. We're still looking for her, but due to no records being found of this girl, we're at a stand still. Any information that may lead to the whereabouts on "Casey Fordringer" as she had called herself... has... mysteriously disappeared.
There have been many anonymous phone calls into the station that someone had seen Fordringer.... but all of them were dead ends. Or we'd find more people dead at the scenes that had been reported. There has been numerous similar cases to Olds Carpool Case, where young men would take a young lady to school with them due to gas prices. And they all ended up dead in basements much like Scott Winter. There has, admittedly, been no advancements in this case. And honestly, I don't know if we're going to find this suspect.
- Officer Liwenaski signing off