His name was Brian. He seemed perfectly normal, maybe even a little boring, so nobody seemed to question him. You can see Brian dressed in a suit almost every day, in the same office, doing the same job. But Brian is stranger than he seems. Brian has an uncanny obsession with skin. Ever since he was a young boy he would stare at other’s skin with an eerie fascination. That fascination turned into a want. He didn’t just want to look at it, he wanted to collect it. His nights would be filled with red. So much red. But to Brian, it was worth it. Once he washed away all of the ugly red beautiful skin would emerge. The victim count grew. These casualties were found displayed in almost an artistic manner, with all of their skin carved off. His collection …show more content…
He then decided on creating a different type of art. Brian grabbed his large stack of skin, a bundle of thick cord, and a needle. It took him hour on end stitching together sections of skin and filling his creation with hay. Once he had there was a voodoo doll looking monstrosity, made from various shades of flesh with hollow black button eyes and one needle stuck in every separate patch of skin. Yet there was something missing. Brian looked over the doll and realized he still needed a patch of gorgeous olive toned skin from an Italian woman. He set the doll in his desk drawer and set out to find his new victim. After a few hours of searching for the flesh of his dreams he was ready to call it a night until he saw her. She was a very tall woman with dark hair and perfect features, but the only thing Brian was staring at was her flawless skin. Brian quickened his pace to match the woman, staying slightly behind her. She eventually turned into an alley way and Brian saw his chance to strike. He grabbed her from behind forcing a chloroform infested rag onto her mouth until she grew …show more content…
He searched for the last needle to stick into the section of flesh when he heard a rustling. Picking up a pin he turned around to see his creation come to life, staring at him with an unmoving gaze. Frozen in place Brian gawked back at the doll in horror and fascination. He was shocked a little too long so the doll began to run toward him, growing in size. Brian snapped out of his gaze and backed into the wall. The doll, now well over six feet, towered over Brian seemingly angry. Brian forcibly stabbed the pin, which seemed to also grow, into the middle of that last piece of olive flesh. The doll glanced at the weapon than back to Brian and smirked with his sewn mouth. The giant voodoo doll then smashed into Brian’s chest and yanked out his still beating heart. Brian stared with a vacant expression before crashing to the ground in a pool of his own blood. Walking back to his creator’s desk, the doll grabbed another pin and stabbed it through the heart, stopping its beat instantly. “Mommy, I’m scared…” a little girl called in the night. “Of what sweetie?” her mother questioned. “The Voodoo man in my closet.” The girl said quivering. “What does he look like?” the mother asked slightly worried. “He is really tall and has many different skin tones, he was holding a heart.” The girl cried. “Mommy he said he was going to take our hearts too.” “Why would he do that?” “So he can eat them.”
The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.
The skins from ten human heads were found preserved, and another skin taken from the upper torso of a woman was rolled up on the floor. There was a belt fashioned from carved-off nipples, a chair upholstered in human skin, the crown of a skull used as a soup-bowl, lampshades covered in flesh, a table propped up by a human shinbones, and a refrigerator full of human organs. The four posts on Gein's bed were topped with skulls and a human head hung on the wall alongside the nine skinned faces of women, and decorative bracelets made out of human skin. The stunned searchers also uncovered a soup bowls fashioned from skulls, a shoebox full of female genitalia, faces stuffed with newspapers and mounted like hunting trophies on the walls, and a "mammary vest" flayed from the torso of a woman. Gein later confessed that he enjoyed dressing himself in this and other human-skin garments and pretending he was his own mother. The scattered remains of an estimated fifteen bodies were found at the farmhouse when Gein was eventually arrested, but he could not remember how many murders he had actually
working, but the only medicine he had was iodine, which he painted over cuts, bruises, slimy burns, everything-and by now everything that he had painted has pus on it…When he had given the wounded the water, he made a second trip. This time, the woman by the bridge was dead.” (Chapter 3)
He details being shocked and hurt to the point where he tries to wash the color of his skin off his face.
The dripping droplets of sangria left scars of acne blood pockets on the vast hirsute landscape of his right hand’s skin. The fresh plasma fluid oozed out of his pores as if long, gnarly fingernails squeezed the layer of skin coating the yellow pulp from a new ripe pimple. His heart precipitously pumped into a state of distress as if he was a teenager, with a red-spotted face, being confronted by bullies. He was a hostage to the sharp, rounded metallic end pointed in the direction of his head. He stood at the edge of death’s abyss…
She started back to Boston. She walked and walked and walked and she was there. It was a disaster. She saw Ching Chang standing there with glow red eye. “HE IS A DEMON” she screamed. Ching Chang jumped onto her then she fell to the ground and Ching Chang bit a big chunk of skin off her arm. ‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she scream and cry all at once as Ching Chang ran away to cause more destruction.
An hour later, Sarah joined Painted Girl in the kitchen. Sarah’s suitcases towered over Painted Girl’s, ready to be loaded into the car.
“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.
As he crept and searched more through the house the sicker he became. In the closet he found a “skin” shirt with the breasts still attached along with women's faces mounted on a wall carefully preserved as if they were human hunting trophies. There was a belt made out of women’s nipples, a drawstring to a curtain that had women’s lips sewn into it. However, despite all this, what really makes me sick is they found a box of noses along with dried up women's
“What! There’s no reason to be yelling when I’m right behind you. Jane, tell me again why we’re digging through all this garbage. This useless junk can be thrown away, you know that right?” argued Jack as he tries to find a way over all the boxes filled with articles and random items. As he made his way through the boxes, he finds a weird looking object. It was a little doll laying on the floor. The black eyes and black hair made jack feel odd.
A white, almost wax-like figure caught Betty’s eye as they passed the lot and she first assumed that it was an old discarded mannequin. Upon closer inspection, she was shocked to realize that it was not a mannequin at all: it was a dead woman. The body was not hidden, almost as if it was placed there in hopes that someone would discover it. The body was cut in half at the waist, the top half with the arms at 45-degree angles above her head, and the lower torso half a foot away with legs spread wide. The arms and ankles had bruising and rope marks suggesting that the woman had been tortured before she was killed. The mouth had 3-inch cuts to each side and her intestines were found neatly placed underneath the
The following year the animals are having a very hard time with the work, and get less food. As Napoleon grows more powerful, he is seen in public less often. There's now a poem about Napoleon. Napoleon schemes to sell a pile of timber to Frederick. Napoleon sells the pile of timber to Frederick, who tries to pay with a check. Napoleon, however, demands cash, which he receives,and soon learns that Frederick's banknotes are forgeries. The next morning, Frederick and 14 men arrive at Animal Farm and attempt to take it by force. the men blow up the windmill. This battle will be called "The Battle of the Windmill." A few days later, the pigs discover a case of whisky in Jones' cellar. After drinking too much of it, Napoleon fears he is dying and
Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.
It’s about the only thing I can remember, also it’s about a dog who starts a hard life/journey as a mail carrier.
It is important to introduce the planned intervention programme in the start in terms of analysis of results. It is important because the measurement can be undertaken must be capable of being measured and can be related to the intervention. It is designed to produce behaviour changes or to improve health status among individuals. It may include educational programmes and stronger policies. Good inventions that have multiple strategies are typically the most effective in producing desired and lasting change. This is because it can reach a large number of people in a variety of ways