Eric, the town’s policeman, received the first sculpture thirteen days ago. Since then, he found a new one in his mailbox every day. The last one was odd, an empty red box with a question mark on the lid. He missed the connection when the first child died, it was a horrible accident, nothing unusual.
When they found the principle’s daughter dead at the foot of the hill, her long dress tangled in her red Segway’s wheels… he couldn’t help but notice. The second sculpture he received was a tiny red Segway. His shaking hands searched for the first sculpture; a red playground swing like the one the first child fell from, breaking his neck…
Ten more children died, Eric could do nothing to stop the horrible accidents. Each death tied to a tiny red sculpture. On the thirteenth day, the devastated town held its breath and Eric received another sculpture; a red Mustang with a white 13 painted on the roof.
That evening the town found Eric’s mangled body; he drove his red Mustang over the cliff. Trapped under his front wheel was the preacher’s son. The boy was fishing by the creek at the bottom of the cliff.