The Perfect Fit

The forest is ususally a quiet peaceful place, usually. Not this year, not ever again. In the summer of 92 Californias Redwood Forest was not. A 250 man search party all for one man. 2 hikers were walking through the forest and found a purse with a splatter of blood on it. They looked around and one of them found a trail of clothes and blood. They were terrified but what the trail led to was simply grotesque. A pile of human bone, organs, and muscle was sitting a pile, the bones making a tent like structure. But there was no skin. This is when California State police got a frantic call. An autopsy was done on what was left. The autopsy came back inconclusive from five different doctors. Keep in mind this story became known nationwide. And who or what would kill and skin a human being? Meet John Slakt born in 1971 to an alcholic father and a mother that had some sense. He lives alone in his log cabin right on the road to old Redwood National Park. As a child its hard when your dads an alchoholic. Now combine that with cocaine, a new girlfriend every month, an unstable job, and a short temper. Oh and the bullies John was only five foot two and went to trade school, thats short. He was learning taxodermy. His most common nickname was three eyes. He got this when his drunken father thought it would be fun to rub a lit ciggarette in the middle of his sons forehead. Yeah he had a fucked up childhood. At 16 however life got easier after he tied his dad and his dads current girlfriend onto their bed. He then slit the girls throat with a butter knife, and then proceeded to make his father drink an entire bottle of 90 proof vodka which caused him to die of alchol poisining. He then skinned each of them, swapping their skins his dad with his girlfriends and vice versa. But we should get back to the present. The cops ended up finding ten more body’s in the same disgusting condition, skinned and gutted. It was a mystery until a search party found a cabin with two human skins on a clothes line, drying. As they enter the stench of rotting meat fills their lungs. Seven huntinh plaques named after each of the seven days in a week. Each of them had what looked like dried human skin with a zipper down the middle, from the top of the forehead to the crotch. Except one plaque, the one for Tuesday was missing. A young girl about twelve walked to the group of five men who looked very puzzled. She grabbed one of their hands and lead through a dark hallway to an even darker room. It smelled of death, rotting meat, and mold. It had concrete walls and no windows. When the girl flicked on the light. A twenty foot pit was revealed. About ten feet of it was ash the other ten was a pile of organs and bones, presumeablly human. She let out a soft laugh but her voice was lost in the sound of eleven gun shots. The five cops lay dead… At the feet of John Slakt in the skin of his trade schools principal. Amidst this one the other six included his birth mothers, his psychologist, his childhood best friend, hid grandfathers, his ex wife, and his step brother. Each even had the same outfit the victim worr before death. But he kept a special one over his bed… His own. The twenty-one year old lived the next thirty years of his life in peace, until he was shot by a poacher on accident. After the police were called by him they found John in his moms skin carrying a dead doe, about a year old. This ends the story of John, his daughter however is said to still lived somewhere among the Redwoods wearing John’s skin looking for victims.

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A Dream?

Getting back from a Sunday service, a teenager about 16 heads into his room. His headphones blast what his parents call devil music To him its an escape his mother, father, and younger sister are all good Christians, but him to him He has no God except the ocassional belief of a future. His parents are happy to see him pray every night and attend service but they know it’s an act. The day goes on with a few arguments between his parents. A usual sound, but the volume just goes higher blocking out everything. At about 1 AM he falls asleep. He awakes from his sleep, amidst a dream and found a black creature on all fours walk towards him. Its face looked mangled almost burned but the rest was “normal” if you could call it that.This thing approached from a dark, eerie mist surronding the teenager, almost like a cloak. He could not see anything beyond this mist. Finally the creature approached and got on 2 legs standing six feet tall. It leaned in close to the teenager and whispered in a muffled voice “our god has no pity for a coward.” He asks “Who is your god?” And it responds “Whatever we still have left to believe in.” It then dissappears into the blackness from which it came. The teenager then wakes up to a knock on his door. Upon opening it he finds a revolver with a single bullet next to it and a note that reads. “The arguing, the praying, getting old isnt it?” He shudders picking up all the contents and walks into his room and stares at the cross on his wall. It falls down and reveals a note. “We know you don’t believe just show them you don’t”He then then says a quick prayer and slowly raises the revolver and chambers the single round into it. He brings it to his temple and pulls the trigger. Just before it goes off he looks out the corner of his eye and sees the black figure smiling, knowing its work is done

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