Please note the following segment contains graphic violence. Amongst my peers as a teen I was noted for my ability to write extremely bloody and gory scenes. I have yet to reveal these talents to the general public. You are the first, and this one is mild.
Even the most advanced and realistic special effects could not prepare you for experiencing a truly gory scene in real life. Just the sheer reality of it makes it 10 times more horrifying.
My scream brought my husband (Finally. where had he been when I was shouting at the monster?) bursting into Anna’s room. He was the one who turned on the lights prompting a shrill cry from Anna who then hid her eyes in her blanket.
The dimness of the room and the fact that his head lay angled slightly backwards, on top of the armchair back, was what made me think he was sleeping. Anna, with her sharp young eyes, saw much more than I from her bed. Now, with the lights on, I could clearly see all the details of the terrible scene before me.
His eyes were missing completely. Expertly removed, because his eyelids were still intact, draping slightly over the edges of the empty holes. The light overhead glared off of the red, blood-soaked walls of his eye sockets. A few strands of nerves or veins lay limp, without purpose, where his eyes once were.
A thin stream of blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth. His lips slightly apart, you could see past his blood-stained teeth to the ragged stump where his tongue once lay. Blood had soaked the front of his shirt completely, making it seem like it had been a red shirt all along. The buttons were missing at his chest. Gingerly, I pulled his shirt apart to have a peek.
Directly below his breastbone the skin sank into a round depression. The skin had been cut or torn and now lay loosely as two flaps over a large hole. I didn’t dare look beyond the skin, knowing full well what it meant. The coroner later confirmed that his heart had been removed.
Around his neck was a jagged red line that oozed blood. It wasn’t until the police went to remove his body that it was discovered the head had been torn clean off and then carefully set back down on his neck. His arms and legs too, had been torn at the shoulders and hips, but his clothes were not. I must say it is quite shocking to watch a body being moved, not expecting the arms and legs to suddenly drop to the floor. (Yes, I watched the body being moved. Despite it being a horrifying reality, it was still fascinating in an awful twisted way.)
Luckily the psychologist had the presence of mind to keep a video camera by his side. It caught some of what happened to him. The footage of his attacker was not clear, looking more like a dark shadow than anything else. I still don’t know how I didn’t hear the brutal attack going on, even though it tore his tongue out right away, you’d have thought I would have heard something.
Anna sleeps with my husband and I now. I don’t blame her for being frightened of her room. My husband has not said much. Most likely his prudent and logical brain is still trying to decipher the terrible and unexplainable events. I have called for a team of paranormal specialists. Well actually, they called me after they saw the news story of the attack. They’ll be here in a week. I anxiously await their arrival…