I was going through a rough patch at work and I was really looking forward to letting my hair down and having some fun. And what better way to do this than retreating to a secluded area with a couple of friends drinking the night away? I browsed through a couple of ads on Craigslist till I stumbled upon this perfect little cabin in the woods. The ad itself was a tiny bit sketchy and the animal trophies mounted up the walls were creepy but the price was crazy low so we didn’t give it a second thought and took the offer.
We met up with the owner in some random diner in the dead of the night. Again, looking back this should have been a huge red flag but money was tight so we didn’t get to be picky. He looked really dodgy and put off an eerie vibe. He handed us the keys and muttered something about how he doesn’t usually rent out his cabin but it was the end of hunting season so we were in luck. We paid him cash as he specifically requested and we parted ways.
As we got there things were finally starting to look up. The weather was terrific and the forest made me think of a safe haven. I was engulfed by a sense of peace listening to the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the wind. Even the cabin lived up to the expectations. We had a barbeque, listened to some good old music and messed about, all while downing several bottles of wine. We were pretty buzzed by nightfall so we decided to snoop around to see what we could find. It wasn’t long till we found the shed (you’d think we noticed it before), and with little effort and against our better judgment we busted the lock.
As we entered we were hit by the rancid smell of rotting flesh. The stench made my eyes water and I immediately felt the urge to vomit. The walls were covered in dried up stains of blood and it basically looked like a smaller version of a slaughterhouse. There were hooks dangling from the ceiling and right in front of us stood a table with all sorts of tools, perfectly sharpened and aligned. The sight gave me chills but I shrugged it off because after all, the guy was a hunter. What attracted my attention was this journal that was beautifully wrapped in goatskin and I began shuffling through the pages. I wish I hadn’t. There were maybe a dozen entries but here is the most recent one:
March 28th 2016
I’ve been doing this for a while now and despite the fact that my technique has improved tremendously, butchering the human carcass remains a fastidious task. It takes time and dedication and quite a bit of flair. Cannot complain though, ever since He took a hold of my body things have been a lot easier for me. It gives me a great sense of purpose being the vessel of something as ferocious and sublime as Him.
I hate the stigma around cannibalism. Some humans are just born inferior and we give them a greater purpose by feasting upon them. Shouldn’t we all have the right to a meaningful existence? My latest work, what was the animal’s name, Rachel? Yeah, Rachel was a child’s play. He gave me all the information I needed. Mid twenties (meat tends to get stringy with age), no poisonous habits, fit as a fiddle, she was just ready for the taking. 125 pounds, with enough leverage I easily manipulated this fine specimen. And just the right amount of fat, not too much (I’m no experimental chef I stay away from a lot of human fat and viscera) but just enough to make the meat juicy. Gourmet cuisine is my thing and now I pay extra attention since I’m cooking for two.
Making the perfect cuts can be a drag. The pelvis and the broad shoulder blades really interfere with the work, but I am getting ahead of myself. First things first, the hanging. After some research and failed attempts I discovered that the Gein Configuration (hanging the carcass upside down by inserting hooks in the Achilles tendon) gives an easy access to the pelvis and guts without having the limbs interfering and it gets it ready for the bleeding. This has to be one of my favourite parts. When I slash the body from ear to ear and penetrate the carotid arteries blood flows all over the place. Such a glorious and enticing view.
The skinning is pure art. You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to remove it in one continuous cut. Some might choose to use the skin to turn it into leather but I am no deviant. So what I prefer (as I said I brushed up my technique over time) is to cut piece by piece and once I’ve done that I just peel the portions back with one hand while sliding along the carcass with a blade using my free hand. I wish I had an audience; my work is truly a piece of art.
I’ll just skip the gutting phase. It is an ordeal and you risk damaging your work. If you are not careful enough you can puncture the intestinal wall and we all know what that means.
I wish I could write more but I sense He wants to take over. I’ll have to continue this some other time.
I’ve read all the entries, each one more disturbing than the other, and up until two days ago I thought it was pure fiction, and who wouldn’t? He keeps talking about this entity, that cannot be real, right? He started harassing us over the phone and although none of us can see the caller ID we know all to well it’s him. He knows I have his diary and he told me that there is no reason to be afraid because he’ll make it quick and painless. He thinks I have great potential. I tried getting the authorities involved but they took me for a liar. They weren’t able to trace this man. According to them he does not exist, his ad never existed and…this part is really scary…they weren’t even able to locate the cabin. They sent officers back there and they found nothing.
I’m really scared.
Submitted December 18, 2016 at 03:42PM by MistressOfDoom http://ift.tt/2hOpJd2
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