Post by Still Churchill on Jan 19, 2013 2:25:32 GMT -5
This is my first bit of writing in a while. I wrote it in about an hour or so editing included so it may suck, but here you go. I'm the mod of this sub-forum so fuck it, here we go down the trip of my mind.
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Light began to flood my vision as I slowly regained consciousness. It felt as if I had come up for breath after being submerged in icy water for an eternity. I couldn’t really process anything visually yet as my eyes were still adjusting to this new environment. However, my hearing allowed me to distinguish a very loud alarm, which sounded similar to the one I had next to my bed at home. Thinking this was an average morning I banged on the snooze button as quickly as I could. Next, the sense of smell returned. A pungent aroma of decay flooded my nostrils, which began to shock me into alertness. There was more to the scent then decay, joined with it was the lingering smells of sex. Both of these things would seem to be highly out of the ordinary for my apartment. When my sight allowed me to take in the room I vomited for what felt like a solid five minutes. I haven’t done that in ages.
Perhaps I should recount the events of the previous night. At least, I think it was the night before; God only knows how long I was unconscious. My friends and I met up as usual on a Friday, around 9 pm to do a little pre-gaming before we headed out to a favorite bar of ours. There were five of us: Evan, Hunter, Tom, Will, and Ian. Shit, make that six including myself. We liked to chug a few beers and watch a couple episodes of whatever stupid TV show we liked at the time. That was about the only thing I enjoyed with them. To tell you the truth, I hated all of them and the rest of the people I consider “friends.” I guess none of this pertains to the story, so I’ll go ahead and skip ahead to the bar.
It was a typical evening; we went there and had our fair share of beers and shots. We acted like kings of the town, getting drunker and drunker with the night getting hazier and hazier. We all tried our luck with various women in the barroom, each one of us getting shot down left and right. Like I said, it was a typical evening. Eventually I began to notice a woman sitting at the end of the bar. She was a culmination of every adjective for beauty I could list. She was a Latina, with long legs and some nice tits. I’ve always been more of an ass man I guess, and she had plenty of that. In contrast to the sexual features I liked, she was pretty in a classical way. One of the most beautiful faces and smiles I’ve ever seen, even if we’re adding in the celebrity/model type. That smile and her dark brown eyes seemed to draw me in. If anything, I’ve never felt that magnetized to a woman before. Hell, I’ve never felt like that for anything before.
At this point I was drunk enough to have some gaps in my memory, or something like that. I remember walking up to her, and starting the conversation with her but I don’t remember anything that was actually said. All I remember was walking out of the bar with her, my friends looking on congratulating me non-verbally. I could see the jealousy in their eyes however, and my face was plastered with the smirk of a champion. We walked to her apartment complex which was close by, and I had my hand on her ass the whole way feeling better than I have in as long as I could remember. Getting back to her place, she opened the door and we stepped inside. We began making out and throwing clothes off all the way to her bedroom. We had sex, and it was absolutely fantastic. Well, for me atleast, I came pretty quick, she was probably disappointed. I got mine though and that's all that matters, right? After this I rolled over and that’s when the sleep began.
This brings me back to the present. I can’t remember anything really being out of place. I mean, yeah, this woman was totally new to that bar that my friends and I have frequented for years now, but how could she be capable of this? I guess I should go ahead and tell you what I mean by “this.” I was in a rather small room, that I guess you could call rectangular. The floors, ceiling, and walls were a nasty sort of pea soup green-ish color. It was brightly lit, with fluorescent lighting. What the smell of decay came from was a body sitting in a collapsible metal chair in the middle of the room.
There were chunks of flesh torn off the body all over, to the point where I wasn’t even sure I was looking at a person. Most above the shoulders was intact, except for a large gash across the throat and a burlap sack obscuring the person’s face. Blood had poured out of this person’s body, a large puddle surrounding the chair. Pieces of flesh were flung about all over the place. I even had a few stuck to myself. I looked over to the right wall, and saw a whip mounted on it. This whip had broken shards of glass sticking out of it at practically every angle. It was coated in blood and this person’s flesh. There was a large knife as well. I guess it's safe to assume this was used for the throat cut.
I slowly stood up; puke still dripping off of me. That’s when I noticed the television. It was like one of those old set-ups you saw in classrooms, you know, on the rolling cart with a vhs player on the second shelf. A video camera was set up next to it, pointed at the person in the chair. I had to see what was on it. Curiosity killed the cat, right?
When I hit play, the room was set up exactly how it was when I awoke. The person was tied to the chair, and then the man came into the camera. I almost wanted to laugh, I’ve never seen anything so ridiculous in my life. He was wearing some black combat boots, whitey tighties, and a red balaclava. He was rather slender, looking like he hadn’t ate a nourishing meal in ages. He had the whip in his hand and gave it a crack. The person in chair was shaking wildly. The killer let loose a high-pitched giggle and made an observation on how the victim had pissed himself. I was still in a state of shock it seemed, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He cocked the whip back and let loose with a violent thrashing which continued for ten minutes. All the while he was jumping around the person in the chair, laughing like a schoolgirl. Blood sprayed and flesh flew. I couldn’t help myself from puking again. I noticed there was blood in it this time. After all of this, he walked out of sight of the camera, and returned with the knife. Then I watched as he slit the man’s throat. I thought this was bad enough, until I saw what happened next. He removed the whitey tighties, tilted the person’s head back, and well, I guess you can fill in the blanks there.
After finishing the deed, the man walked back out of the camera’s line of sight and came back with a piece of card board. He walked over to the chair and stuck his finger in the blood that was pooling around the body. He began to write something, and then walked over to the camera. The sign said “TELL EVERYONE.” I couldn’t take anymore, and noticed that there was a door. I hadn’t seen it before as it was painted the same pea soup color as everything else. I opened it and saw a hallway. At the end was another door, which had a window above it that had daylight bursting through. I saw several other doors as I sprinted to get out, but there was no way I was opening those.
I later went to go tell the police. They examined the scene and the videotape. That’s when they came back to me. Inside of that room, and all of those doors I mentioned, were the friends I mentioned before, as well as the woman I mentioned before. They were all killed in somewhat differing ways, but none were any less gruesome. In the throat of the person in the chair, who happened to be my friend Tom, they collected some semen which happened to be mine. The videotape focused on the sign for about twenty minutes apparently, until the killer pulled the sign away and removed his mask. It was me. So it looks like I’m going to prison for a very, very long time. I guess I’ve done some pretty fucked up things here. I only know one thing for certain: I’m never ever drinking again.
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Light began to flood my vision as I slowly regained consciousness. It felt as if I had come up for breath after being submerged in icy water for an eternity. I couldn’t really process anything visually yet as my eyes were still adjusting to this new environment. However, my hearing allowed me to distinguish a very loud alarm, which sounded similar to the one I had next to my bed at home. Thinking this was an average morning I banged on the snooze button as quickly as I could. Next, the sense of smell returned. A pungent aroma of decay flooded my nostrils, which began to shock me into alertness. There was more to the scent then decay, joined with it was the lingering smells of sex. Both of these things would seem to be highly out of the ordinary for my apartment. When my sight allowed me to take in the room I vomited for what felt like a solid five minutes. I haven’t done that in ages.
Perhaps I should recount the events of the previous night. At least, I think it was the night before; God only knows how long I was unconscious. My friends and I met up as usual on a Friday, around 9 pm to do a little pre-gaming before we headed out to a favorite bar of ours. There were five of us: Evan, Hunter, Tom, Will, and Ian. Shit, make that six including myself. We liked to chug a few beers and watch a couple episodes of whatever stupid TV show we liked at the time. That was about the only thing I enjoyed with them. To tell you the truth, I hated all of them and the rest of the people I consider “friends.” I guess none of this pertains to the story, so I’ll go ahead and skip ahead to the bar.
It was a typical evening; we went there and had our fair share of beers and shots. We acted like kings of the town, getting drunker and drunker with the night getting hazier and hazier. We all tried our luck with various women in the barroom, each one of us getting shot down left and right. Like I said, it was a typical evening. Eventually I began to notice a woman sitting at the end of the bar. She was a culmination of every adjective for beauty I could list. She was a Latina, with long legs and some nice tits. I’ve always been more of an ass man I guess, and she had plenty of that. In contrast to the sexual features I liked, she was pretty in a classical way. One of the most beautiful faces and smiles I’ve ever seen, even if we’re adding in the celebrity/model type. That smile and her dark brown eyes seemed to draw me in. If anything, I’ve never felt that magnetized to a woman before. Hell, I’ve never felt like that for anything before.
At this point I was drunk enough to have some gaps in my memory, or something like that. I remember walking up to her, and starting the conversation with her but I don’t remember anything that was actually said. All I remember was walking out of the bar with her, my friends looking on congratulating me non-verbally. I could see the jealousy in their eyes however, and my face was plastered with the smirk of a champion. We walked to her apartment complex which was close by, and I had my hand on her ass the whole way feeling better than I have in as long as I could remember. Getting back to her place, she opened the door and we stepped inside. We began making out and throwing clothes off all the way to her bedroom. We had sex, and it was absolutely fantastic. Well, for me atleast, I came pretty quick, she was probably disappointed. I got mine though and that's all that matters, right? After this I rolled over and that’s when the sleep began.
This brings me back to the present. I can’t remember anything really being out of place. I mean, yeah, this woman was totally new to that bar that my friends and I have frequented for years now, but how could she be capable of this? I guess I should go ahead and tell you what I mean by “this.” I was in a rather small room, that I guess you could call rectangular. The floors, ceiling, and walls were a nasty sort of pea soup green-ish color. It was brightly lit, with fluorescent lighting. What the smell of decay came from was a body sitting in a collapsible metal chair in the middle of the room.
There were chunks of flesh torn off the body all over, to the point where I wasn’t even sure I was looking at a person. Most above the shoulders was intact, except for a large gash across the throat and a burlap sack obscuring the person’s face. Blood had poured out of this person’s body, a large puddle surrounding the chair. Pieces of flesh were flung about all over the place. I even had a few stuck to myself. I looked over to the right wall, and saw a whip mounted on it. This whip had broken shards of glass sticking out of it at practically every angle. It was coated in blood and this person’s flesh. There was a large knife as well. I guess it's safe to assume this was used for the throat cut.
I slowly stood up; puke still dripping off of me. That’s when I noticed the television. It was like one of those old set-ups you saw in classrooms, you know, on the rolling cart with a vhs player on the second shelf. A video camera was set up next to it, pointed at the person in the chair. I had to see what was on it. Curiosity killed the cat, right?
When I hit play, the room was set up exactly how it was when I awoke. The person was tied to the chair, and then the man came into the camera. I almost wanted to laugh, I’ve never seen anything so ridiculous in my life. He was wearing some black combat boots, whitey tighties, and a red balaclava. He was rather slender, looking like he hadn’t ate a nourishing meal in ages. He had the whip in his hand and gave it a crack. The person in chair was shaking wildly. The killer let loose a high-pitched giggle and made an observation on how the victim had pissed himself. I was still in a state of shock it seemed, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He cocked the whip back and let loose with a violent thrashing which continued for ten minutes. All the while he was jumping around the person in the chair, laughing like a schoolgirl. Blood sprayed and flesh flew. I couldn’t help myself from puking again. I noticed there was blood in it this time. After all of this, he walked out of sight of the camera, and returned with the knife. Then I watched as he slit the man’s throat. I thought this was bad enough, until I saw what happened next. He removed the whitey tighties, tilted the person’s head back, and well, I guess you can fill in the blanks there.
After finishing the deed, the man walked back out of the camera’s line of sight and came back with a piece of card board. He walked over to the chair and stuck his finger in the blood that was pooling around the body. He began to write something, and then walked over to the camera. The sign said “TELL EVERYONE.” I couldn’t take anymore, and noticed that there was a door. I hadn’t seen it before as it was painted the same pea soup color as everything else. I opened it and saw a hallway. At the end was another door, which had a window above it that had daylight bursting through. I saw several other doors as I sprinted to get out, but there was no way I was opening those.
I later went to go tell the police. They examined the scene and the videotape. That’s when they came back to me. Inside of that room, and all of those doors I mentioned, were the friends I mentioned before, as well as the woman I mentioned before. They were all killed in somewhat differing ways, but none were any less gruesome. In the throat of the person in the chair, who happened to be my friend Tom, they collected some semen which happened to be mine. The videotape focused on the sign for about twenty minutes apparently, until the killer pulled the sign away and removed his mask. It was me. So it looks like I’m going to prison for a very, very long time. I guess I’ve done some pretty fucked up things here. I only know one thing for certain: I’m never ever drinking again.