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Ethan
We had been in love for awhile now. He had football every night after school got out. He’d drive me home from school in his white car and we’d listen to an old country station. ”I love you babe.” he’d often say with a stare into my eyes. His were grey. Always grey. His name was Ethan, my high school boyfriend. I was only 17 at the time and naive, ready for someone to rip me apart. Well, Ethan did that. Terrifyingly. It was the night of the formal dance. We walked in , having dressed our best and lingered around our friends. Coach Vereso, Ethan’s coach, walked up to us with a strange look on his face.
“Where’ve you been at practice Ethan?” he said. I looked at Ethan, confused. He’d usually drop me off after school then go to practice. Then, come home covered in sweat, his jersey caked in clay; I pondered with myself then reasoned from the field. ” Uh,” Ethan replied, then we walked off. I pulled him aside “What is he talking about?” I asked. ” Nothing. Uh, Let’s go.” “Where?” “I have to get something off my chest,” Ethan said. ” It’s time you knew.” He grabbed my hand and took me out to the car. I was just assuming it was some stupid attempt for him to get lucky. What I didn’t know was that my life was going to change forever, and not in a good way. I opened the passenger door and felt eerily uncomfortable. It’d never felt like that before, I was always so comfortable with Ethan. “What did you have to say to me? What’s going on? Are you cheating on me? You freaking douche bag!” I questioned. “Shuttup Kat.” he said, then slowly turned on the ignition and we sped out of the school’s parking lot. Not normal speed, It felt like at-least 90 or more. I looked outside, and then shuddered once more. Something was wrong, very wrong.
After about 5 minutes of utter silence and driving, I noticed Ethan’s face. There were tears running down his cheeks. “Baby! Are you okay? ” I said, confused.
” I SAID, SHUTTUP!” he yelled. I hankered down in my seat and starting breathing heavily. What is going on. Why didn’t I notice I put my cellphone in Ethan’s letterman jacket that I left at home. The one with the big, red, grape juice stain. “Shit.’ I muttered under my breath. We traveled down the highway then suddenly made a turn down a dirt road on the left, unnoticeable to anyone who didn’t know it was there. It was bumpy and dark. I started to feel scared. Scared that I was in danger, no, wait, this is probably just a prank, right? It’s just Ethan. “Ethan, it’s just Ethan” I whispered. I didn’t know any details about him to be honest, and we had been dating for 3 months. He said he had a sister and mother. His dad died in a car crash. He liked milkshakes and waffle house. That was it. “Strange,” I thought as I looked down at the floor of the car. There were little nails on the floor, he did take carpentry 101 though… We pulled into a lot. An empty lot.
I got out, stupefied. Ethan looked at me, came up to me and embraced me. His breath smelled. Now Ethan’s breath usually smelled, but this was different. It smelt of Cat piss and rotten meat. I pushed him away, “God, what have you been eating?” He looked down, “Come on,” and walked me to the middle of the lot. He tapped his foot 3 times on the ground and a trap door opened. Light filled the air. He ushered me down, unwillingly, and placed his hand on my lower back. “What is this.” I said as I looked around the small 10 by 10 room, lit by candles. Suddenly, I let out a blood curdling scream.
The concrete floors below me were blood splattered. There was so much red residue that my high heels were sticking to the floor. I turned around as Ethan locked the door above me. “I haven’t been going to practice,” Ethan said, “I’ve been so… dysfunctional lately.” “What do you mean?” I asked. Ethan pulled a key out of his pocket to open another door, hidden in the walls. It was unlocked and swung open, letting out a burst of cool air. “What is..” I began to ask then mid-sentence, I gasped and threw up. On the walls there were humans, hung from hooks by their eye sockets. There was nails in their mouths, nailing them in permanent smiles. They looked drained of blood and their fingers were fleshless. The bones still there, almost as if they had been gnawed on like a piece of baked chicken. That wasn’t the worst part though. The humans were not adults, they were small children and babies, still wearing their clothes from when I assume they were captured. “I get hungry sometimes” Ethan said. I sobbed. I laid down on the floor in my own vomit and sobbed. Then knew the danger I was in and tried to run. “Wait!” Ethan said, wearing a sad facade. “The children were being abused in their homes. ” “What?” “They call me the bye-bye man. Heard of me?” “No.” I managed to say. ” When children are being beaten and abused, I take them away in the night. I take them to playgrounds, churches, restaurants, give them a good last night, you know? Then I tell them goodnight and lock them in the freezer. They sleep forever! Never having to wake-up to that hell-hole they live in again! And then, for payment, I get to eat their….well….fingers.” ” Holy Shit.” I screamed. “Thats disturbing, gross, terrifying, LET ME OUT!” I ran to the freezer door, and tried to escape. It was locked. I was cold. Ethan approached me, I shunned him away, but he grabbed me. ” You know, you remind me a lot of my sister” he kissed my neck. I screamed over and over again, pleaded him to let me out. ” I don’t think so. You can sleep too! Your mom is mean right? I’ll help you! He looked in my eyes and pushed me against the wall. He put nails in my mouth and made me smile. Forever. ” I gotta miss practice to practice other things,” he gestured to the wall on my left. There was dogs and cats in the same position. “You’re insane.” I thought. I Couldn’t talk though. Ethan looked me in the eyes, ran his hand under my skirt, then said goodbye. I was frozen there and my fingers were eaten. I watch this happen to many girls. We aren’t dead. We’re awake.
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The park.
He woke up in the park. Startled only for a second remembering himself at the bar down the road a last night. He attempted in a drunken stupor to get to his feet before he realized he wasn’t alone. Somehow he knew he had to follow her from the first glance at the back of her sweatpants and oversized jacket. He stumbled after her calling out towards her with no response. He wasn’t exactly one to give up quickly so he continued to follow her. He followed her through the park, passed the trees, and to the lake a couple miles out. He had been trying to reason with himself for a mile or so, realizing what he was doing was irrational and seconds before he convinced himself to turn around she stopped. She stopped directly in front of a chair almost as if she were waiting for him to catch up. He ran at the chance of actually catching up to her and stopped mere inches from her backside. He wouldn’t dare speak a word until she moved. After minutes of scattered breath she turned around and sat in the chair. He stared in disbelief as she began to unzip her jacket and expose her body.
He fell back on his hands and tried to scream but his fright had him paralyzed.
She was covered in nails like someone impaled her with a nail gun,
it was a personal attack. He could see it in her eyes. The torture, the anguish, the beatings, and the pain she went through.
She stared through his eyes with an emotionless face as she began to rip her nails out one by one. He could do nothing but watch as she tore her skin to unrecognizable fragments.
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I was in a room.
We had been in the same room for hours the doors were open, windows led to green grass and trees, but we knew better than to walk away. They psychologically trapped us. We knew from the start we would never leave alive. One by one we were picked off, taken to another room to be shot. Throughout the hours, everyone had come to terms with what would happen. Nobody said their names or told their stories, that’s how you get attached.
One by one, everyone died until I was left in the room alone.
They came into the room with a laptop. They had something for me, they called it my suicide. They opened a file to a video of myself. I could hardly recognize myself covered in blood and tattered clothes. I was sobbing and speaking in incoherent fragments. “I can’t live…they…I can’t do it anymore..I’ve been here….FOREVER.WHY WON’T THEY JUST KILL ME ALREADY” I screamed. I took a rope placed by a wall and tied it to a hook they placed in the ceiling. I tied myself in but before I let go, my eyes grew wide and I looked directly into the camera and said, I know you’re watching this.
And with that, they closed the laptop and left the room barren, with the exception of the thick rope that now lay on the ground directly under a hook handing from the ceiling.
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The solution to our economy.
Dear John Doe,
The economy is bad, we’ve fallen upon hard times. These times only get tougher as the seconds round the clock. Our industries have failed us. Everything has fallen straight from underneath us, but he found a way out.
He had figured it out for us. But did the ends justify the means? The country is now built from one monopoly. We are so barren of resources and so desperate for life that he tricked our feeble little minds with ease. You’ve probably never heard his name because he hides under wraps, along with his factories. He preached freedom from our dependence on other nations, and the economic noose we had around our necks. He knew just how desperate we were for reform.
When it began I had no idea, I had just been laid off when I got a letter in the mail from him saying I had been randomly selected from a set of qualified young men for a new job that would eventually help the nation change unrecognizably into a completely independent and self sufficient domain. I was chosen by the nation, backed by the president to help changethe country. A part of me didn’t like the idea, I had never been one to be part of a ‘revolution’ of any sort, but I needed the money and I had no family or friends, nothing to lose.
Two months later I was taking classes on how to handle meat while others were taught ‘hunting’, butchering, shipping, and marketing. This new kind of meat was said to be 100% safe. We were told this meat was a generally new species scientifically made with antioxidants, protein, and a chemical created to increase serotonin and dopamine levels in the brain, we were also told that if word got out people would make a mountain out of a mole hill and activist of all sorts would create needless lawsuits. We all swore we would keep quiet but there was always an unspoken fear that truly kept our word.
A month later people were officially in the factories. Everyday I would go to work and slice the meat into specialty cuts. When I was given the meat, there were never any bones, special workers butchered the actual carcass. They were known as the primary processors. Their hours continuously varied due to what we thought was the result of the workers hierarchy, and just like any other hierarchy the people like me envied the people like the processors and the shippers.
It wasn’t until October of 2010 that I started to feel uneasy when I noticed Victor, who worked three stations down from me, along with Smith and Carter had been replaced. Everything was always so quiet in the factory that nobody acknowledged the change in workforce. I always felt like someone was on the verge of violence and that one day they would completely snap, no one was mentally stable or emotionally sound.
Not long after this occurrence did I get promoted to secondary processor. More legal documents were signed and I was placed in a status of higher security. I was getting meat that began to look unsettling. The longer I worked there the more suspicious I became of what we were truly doing. It took mere seconds for everything to unfold when I was given a human leg to process and send to my fellow workers for shipping.
My face turned pale while my hand instinctively hit my mouth to stop the vomit. My body temperature dropped rapidly and goosebumps covered my arms and legs. My primary processor grabbed me furiously by my arm and reminded me of the terms and conditions I was to adhere to. Out of sheer terror I nodded and began to cut. I have learned to keep the same emotionless face, with the same sunken eyes, and the same speed as my fellow workers. We have no choice. We adhere to our terms and conditions to remain alive, to avoid whatever treatment was given to Victor, Smith, and Carter. We will continue to work, and one by one we become desensitized.
I have given you this information not to burden you with the thoughts and images, but to ask you to take action. The hunters are real, the meat is already in your home, and you are our next product.
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