What you're about to hear is based on actual events.

Listener discretion is advised.

It's hanging right there in front of them, catching the light like a dirty shower curtain.

Little sun hits it from the room beyond, stains the thing a brownish yellow color that

reminds the detective of the calluses on the soles of his feet.

Feet that are itching now as he takes the rest of the thing in.

Its own feet dangling empty and slightly wrinkled above the linoleum.

The victim's skin peeled from the meat of his body and hung in the doorway from its mouth.

The distended lips yanked open in a silent endless scream.

Jority looks over the top of his cruiser at the crowd of people gathering on the street

outside the house.

The crowd has grown steadily since the first units arrived and shows no signs of slowing.

Most of the onlookers already seemed to have a better idea what's going on inside the

residence than he does.

They keep asking of Kath finally did him.

Well did she?

It's not something he can rightly answer.

He arrived just before the detectives a few minutes ago and was charged with sitting

outside and managing the crowd.

None of the locals seemed much concerned about causing a ruckus, though a few of them

would snuck up to him and the other officer at the barrier to whisper about how they might

want to keep an eye out for the night brothers.

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