Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27057392-20151009040152

I'll try not to make this overly detailed. I don't have a lot of time checking for errors in grammar because I am typing this from an Internet cafe. I was born in Bridgeport, Connecticut, but currently I live in New York City. More accurately, I live under New York City. I am one of the homeless people who are too poor to afford an apartment and I also have to get by by looking for places to sleep in the city's sewage network. Usually, people like me have no stories to tell but that of regrets over lost opportunities or weird shit they find in the tunnels, but my story is arguably more interesting than those.

It was about 2 months ago while I was exploring the sewers in Bronx when I ran into something odd. It was a horizontal stretch of pipe and it was bleeding. The source of the blood was a small opening in the pipe's joint that apparently did not fully close. The bloody water was dripping directly onto the concrete below and left a rather noticeable stain. The stained looked like the pipe had been bleeding for a long while. My first instinct was to get the hell out of there, and I did. Not because I was scared, mind you. Even during the times I was homeless, I was very friendly with policemen and they were quite friendly with me. I did my fair share of good in reporting to the police about small-time muggers or thieves I have encountered and recognized and even some cops recognize me as that one helpful homeless guy. Since this also felt like something worth reporting to the police about, I rushed outside to find a water bottle to save the blood and show it to the cops.

Later that day, I went to the police station to file a report about my situation. After a while, a detective called me to a room for questioning and I told him everything I knew and handed over the bottle of blood. I hadn't heard much later about the pipe after that and I eventually forgot about it. Last week Friday, I remembered about the pipe and went to the police station to ask about what they have found. The same old detective invited me to a different room and told me about their investigation.

The DNA of the blood belonged to a local Bronx girl who had went missing a few months ago. But apparently, her blood was not the only one that bled through the pipes. The cops managed to scrape off the DNA of at least 2 more people from the large collected bloodstain on the concrete and they believe there are more people's blood on that stain. They tracked the bloody pipe's trail and it led to an abandoned apartment complex here in Bronx. The blood had been drained into the pipes from the bathroom of one of the apartment rooms.

What was inside that bathroom was a bloodstained woodchipper. 