Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26867018-20150811014753



A man who searches for the truth must be one who asks questions whenever they come to mind.

It was December and the snow was turned to slush by the 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 room was layered with a dirty cobblestone floor and rotting spruce wood planks. Lining the walls cobwebs and spiders (cant stand the fucking things) were either in their webs or dead on the floor. 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 icy 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. 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, eyeless, 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 putting one arm on my shoulder “Nate? You doing ok?” As I was about to answer yes the room began turning blurry and in the room floor sat the newspaper Chief Cambino smashed on my desk two days ago. The headline stuck with me;



Victim Six of Strange Kidnappings

Police Confused



Reality 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 shake me a little “Calm down! We will 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 area of 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? What do you think?” 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 tow 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 uncomfortable 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, and 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 nods concerned look plastering his face. “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. I stepped into the light right behind the man. “If I were you I would remain sitting.” was what I told him in a stern tone. The man now noticing the gun wielding man behind him, “If you insist.” the man hissed in a nasally but also growly voice. I circled him gun still pointing at him, the buckets 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. Your here to take away my fabric?” he asserted. I for once was puzzled “Fabric? Were 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 “...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 them. 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. 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.” 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 is trained on him not looking away “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 told 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 and I stood feeling empty. Sebastian and two EMTs pushed through and got him on a stretcher. Rushing out down the hallway with no myself and the Chief alone in the room. “Cambridge 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 would be;





Kidnapper/Killer Winston Duke shot and captured

Doctors say Duke will be Permanently

paralyzed due to bullet in his spine.



<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in">I also got a letter telling me that I was getting “time off” and how I will also be going to therapy expense free. After a year of paid vacation I went back to work. When I entered the Chief's office I saw Winston holding Cambino's head with blood all over the desk. When I snapped back I saw Cambino's head laying on the desk detached from his body, with a note in Cambino's mouth saying

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