Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-26867018-20150812141442

A man who searches for the truth, must be one who asks questions, whenever they may come to mind. It was December and the snow was turned to slush by the icy rain making it cold, wet and miserable. I parked my car behind another police car, lights flashing and boys in blue, about six of them walking around the building. It was an old cabin, some shattered windows and a general sense of dread around me. The roof had torn tiles and the door was a screen door partially broken at the bottom. The room was layered with a dirty cobblestone floor and rotting spruce wood planks. Lining the walls cobwebs and spiders (I can't stand the fucking things) were either in their webs or dead on the floor, victims of winter's icy hand. A room that would be common in a slasher film. Dr. Acosta, a mortician and friend of mine, was there examining something small and packed together on the floor of the room. “Sebastian?” I said looking at the back of his black curly haired head, “What have we got?” Sebastian stood up wiped his glasses off and turned to face me. “well, he is a male,” looking confused and scared “about early 20s and no facial or body hair visible.” Sebastian gave a look of giving up and stated, “You just have to see it.” I pushed him aside and before me was a horrific sight, no blood, no organs, no clothing, no bones, just a pile of human skin, shaven, eyes gone like it was from a medical supply company. “Can't be medical supplies,” I told Sebastian holding my posture and calm demeanor. “this is the same guy who went missing two days ago.” Sebastian was resting his arm on my shoulder, “Nate? You doing ok?” As I was about to answer yes the room began turning blurry and in the room the walls began to twist like they were alive and jumping. Like a camera flash I then snapped back to reality and quickly nodded before looking around the room for more clues. “Sebastian if we don't find these people I'm gonna snap.” I said looking at the four walls in the room. “Nate? Nate!” Sebastian was fast to grab me and shook me a little “Calm down! We'll find them.” Over Sebastian's shoulder I saw something that now caught my eye. I rushed like a maniac over to the wall and looked at the boards. “Sebastian, come here.” Crouching we examined the wall of rotted spruce wood, the wall had a small bit of space in between one board and the other and the three boards next to it were closer then the other planks, with a lack of light on the other side. “Nate? Whats going through your head?” Standing up I looked at where the planks were strongest, with it discovered I kicked that section and the rotting wood gave way tearing away a lock attached to the wood and with it showed rusted hinges on the other side. “It's a door.” I said pulling out a flashlight and gun. “Oh you brilliant irish bastard!” Sebastian smiled and gave me a high five. It was wood staircase descending five steps before turning to the right and continuing. The walls, much to my discomfort were covered over with leather and stitching to keep it all tightly packed together, and on the corners were ropes tied to concrete behind them. I shuddered with the thoughts of what is down there, but stated out loud “Well Cambridge, time to do your job.” I motioned for Sebastian to stay close to me, as we started down the steps. With each step we heard loud creaks of the wood, making me check behind me constantly to make sure Sebastian was still close and hadn't fallen through the stairs. We touched the concrete floor after about 2 minutes of slowly walking down the stairs. Another door was at the end of the hallway, still the walls were plastered with leather. As I reached the door I reached my hand back with my flashlight and connected my eyes with Sebastian's. “Take this,” I whispered “go back outside and get the chief I'm gonna check the inside.” Sebastian nodded, a concerned look plastering his face. I reassured him “I'll be fine go.” Sebastian grabbed the flashlight and left, as my attention was entirely on what lied beyond that metal door. I creaked the door open and saw a cardboard box that I quickly scrambled behind. The shadows were my ally as I scanned the room before me. Like a giant box the room was equal in length, width and height. The walls were unseeable due to the bright spotlight illuminating the centerpiece of the room. A large man about 6'2 built with a beer gut and large muscular arms. He was wearing a boiler suit, jet black, no markings as far as I could see. His back was the rest of him, as he sniffled and coughed. Sitting on a wooden stool he also worked on something. The motions he was making seemed to indicate he was washing laundry, old fashioned style. Some liquid came out of the bucket, similar to Listerine. I realized I should be prepared and made sure the safety on my 1911 was off and that bullets were in the gun (Yes I had made that mistake before.) I stepped into the light right behind the man. “If I were you I would remain sitting.” I told him in a stern tone. The man now noticing the gun wielding man behind him raised his hands, “If you insist.” the man hissed in a nasally but also growly voice. I circled him gun still pointing at him, the bucket's liquid was cloudy and I could not see what was in the bucket, but I had an idea. “Who are you?” the being looked up at me with his whole face in view, a scarred, bruised male with thick lips that had cuts on them. “You police?” he muttered as I nodded back at him. “My name is Winston. You're here to take away my fabric?” he asserted. I for once was puzzled “Fabric? We're here for the people you kidnapped and killed.” He stood up and sighed “What good is a party room if you can't use it.” It was at this point I put the pieces together in my head “No,” I stated in horror “you didn't.” He walked over to a wall, my gun still trained on him. “Yes detective, mother will love the party room.” the light blinded me when they all were turned on, I wish I didn't open my eyes. The walls were covered in human skin sliced on one side and sewn up before being attached to the walls. In one corner he had a operating table with a naked woman atop it and multiple I.V.s and bags full of blood the woman was being drained of blood as well as other fluids. I panned over to the other corner which had sinks where intestine were being shoved down the drain into a garbage disposal. The man stood in between the two areas with a smile of pure delight on his face. “You know, you work hard and eventually everything works out.” Winston proclaimed with an accomplished look. I realized I heard enough and pointed my gun at him “Stay where you are.” he frowned and reached for a meat cleaver. “I might use your pretty green eyes to make a disco ball.” he shouted. My gun was trained on him not looking away I shouted at him in a loud commanding voice “If you take one step near me I will shoot you Winston.” Winston chuckled and took a step near me. At the same moment the door was kicked open with Chief Cambino, another blue boy and Sebastian in the back. The sound startled me and while I did fire like I warned him I would, the sound made me twitch and the bullet instead of going into his knee hit him in his lower back. The blood splattered the walls of skin and Winston screamed before collapsing to the ground with a large thud like a dumbbell had been dropped. I stood feeling empty, thinking about it I had shot people before but usually only in the leg or knee. Sebastian and two EMTs pushed through and got him on a stretcher. Rushing out down the hallway with myself and the Chief alone in the room. “Cambridge,” Chief whispered “you ok?” I turned around to answer noticing that the room had now lost all color. The blood was grey off of the white walls of skin and the corners were pure black hiding whatever was there. “No,” I muttered “I'm fucking far from ok.” Chief took me and walked me back down the hallway of skin and up the stairs before Sebastian agreed to drive me home.



The next morning at 7:00 A.M. the newspaper came. I didn't sleep at all the night before so I was awake to walk outside and have the paperboy hand it to me, one of the few times he ever will. The Paper was what I hoped it wouldn’t be.



Police Detective Shoots Suspect Winston Duke

Unprovoked Paralyzing Him



Sebastian came to my house later that day and saw me at my computer, reading the Facebook, and other media's opinions of me and to quote Tumblr “Hitler would be a good friend with Cambridge the sexist, racist, pig.” Sebastian threw a pack of root beer on the couch “Nate,” Sebastian said concerned for my wellbeing “you did nothing wrong, people will learn soon enough.” I stood up and let my feelings poor onto the ground. “No one will believe me,” I said with a lack of motivation “not after all the other police problems today.” Sebastian sat in my chair, pulling up another window, “The Chief is saying your innocent,” he proclaimed trying to pull me out of my funk “the entire department is giving you praise to the press.” I asked about Duke, learned he was a great asset to his community. “So was Gacy, Sebastian.” Sebastian visited me frequently in the months following. I get to go back to work soon. Yesterday though I got creeped out when I went to the pharmacy to refill on my medication and also get some food. The girl at the check out named Leslie, beautiful girl I was looking at her eyes. When she looked at me it was clear she saw the mess I became. Poorly shaven, dark lines under my eyes from sleepless nights, my hair was no longer getting cleaned up and combed. Though she still gave me a smile and blushed. I blushed back “Did I do something miss.” She just swayed a bit before giggling back “No its just you have very pretty green eyes.” My face's blush went away but I kept a smile even while my mind was telling me to break down into a nervous wreck on the floor. As I left I turned and said “Thank you! Have a nice day. Leslie?” She nodded with a perky personality "Yes Leslie Duke."

  