The Hunting of Lewis (Part 2)


Braquel Schiermeyer, Contributor

It’s been almost three months since the day the Richardson family was lowered into their graves. My step-dad, Josh, was the lead detective in their case and the report said that Lewis’s dad lost control of the car when they were going through a puddle and ran into the light pole; that was the cause of the Lewis family’s deaths.

I knew for a fact that this was not what happened. I knew what I saw and this was not it. I saw a man hit their car and drive away. I tried going to Josh, he just didn’t believe me. I have PTSD from when my dad died. We were on the way to my friend’s birthday party when a car hit us, out of nowhere, and just drove away. My dad didn’t make it. So Josh thinks I’m just hallucinating. I know I’m not, though. I know when I have hallucinations and when I don’t, and I know for a fact that this was not a hallucination.

I’ve thought about that night multiple times. I thought about the fact my mom asked me not to go to my boyfriend’s house but I went anyway. I remember pulling over on the side of the road just before getting to the stoplight. I put my phone on airplane mode so my mom couldn’t see that I was going over to Jake’s house despite her orders. It wasn’t until I looked up that I realized what had happened at the stoplight maybe 100 feet in front of me.

When the man that hit them drove past me, it was almost like he was laughing. I remember thinking to myself, “what kind of sick person would do this?” After he was gone, I drove up to the accident and I called 9-1-1. When Josh showed up at the scene, he was furious! He walked over to me and just started yelling. I didn’t understand why he was so angry. I mean, I get that my mom asked me to not go to Jake’s house but if it weren’t for me disobeying her “orders”, I would have never seen the accident. Lewis could have died along with the rest of his family.

I described the man I saw, but no one had ever seen this man before, which was odd because I could’ve sworn I had seen him somewhere, I just couldn’t remember where.

…to be continued.