As I said in the previous post, I started this blog only because lately, there were signs of a mental break down, still not sure what it was, seemed like a mental break down, so I need to keep myself in check, this blog will do that for me. One minute I am checking out a dead body, and the other I start having visions of someone murdering someone, the vision was not clear. And then I find myself waking up in the same place, near the same dead body 10 minutes later. Seems like a break down to me.
My name is not really important, nor any information about me.
So how did I end up in this mess? Earlier I posted that I was a Detective, well that wasn't completely true, I'm more of a freelance Detective, or a Private Eye. And to be honest, business was pretty lousy, mostly because of my "reputation" that the local police department were spreading about me. But somehow, I managed to get by. But one day, I had a very special visitor.
The city mayor's wife, came to me and asked me to provide her with evidence of Mayor's criminal history, in fact she specifically wanted me to provide her with as many incriminating photos of the mayor, as I could capture. Apparently she wanted to divorce the guy and take the most portion of his money, which by a lot of things I've seen this guy do, I would say this wasn't too bad of a fate for him. Usually I don't get tangled up in politics, but I needed some money. So I set off, the things I found this guy doing, buying and stuffing coke up his nose, buying the services of prostitute slaves, taking half of the money from drug dealers, in return letting the drug dealers do their job in peace. So to say, I had enough evidence to put this guy away for a good couple of years, upon my return to the office, I was about to give a call to my financier, when lo and behold, she paid me a visit.
There she was, lying on my coffee table, dead, wrapped in a sett of bed sheets, was the mayor's wife. When I approached her, I noticed that the mayor's wife, had a piece of leather with a note on it, screwed to her forehead, it wasn't coming off. Now thinking back on it, it probably would have been a lot more easier to lean my head near the letter and read that note right off of her face. But I always was a hands on kind of person, so I drilled the screw out of her head. Put on my reading glasses to get a better look, seemed like I got too close to this guy's comfort, I guess the mayor was willing to off his wife and send me a suitcase full of money to keep me from finding out his dirty, little secrets, whatever it was. Normally I would have just disposed of the body and then tried to forget the whole mess.
But those bastards, used my only good sett of bed sheets.
And so my mission began, find the mayor and avenge the death of his wife, as well as the death of my own personal financier. I dropped her body off at chop shop, along with a bribe, in order for the owner of the chop shop to dispose of the body for me.
Fast forward a couple of weeks, of research, I found a possible lead and a culprit. I was able to deduce that the mayor himself wouldn't dirt his hands, obviously, so it had to be someone he hired, someone who suited the mayor's expectations, a professional. I knew just the person.
I was on the road for about 14 hours that day, no food, no sleep, but I always thought of myself as a hard ass, I knew I could take it. I was going to a place called Keith's Hardware, every low life scum with a gum on their shoe and a cigarette Budd sticking out of their ear, knew where that place was. A little shack in the middle of nowhere, I was planning on confronting the guy, Keith, had some questions as to why he had murdered the mayors wife, but there was a problem. Nobody I knew, had ever confronted the guy, but theres a first time for everything I guess.
I arrived at the Shack, it bared a familiar stench, stench of death. It was obvious this guy was the one behind my financier's death, but I needed evidence, all I had to do was go ahead and meet him. Once I opened the door, the squeak was so loud, I thought I would go deaf. The light were off, seemed like no one was home, took 5 careful steps inside and a shovel came down crashing on the floor near me, startled me. After that, the lights turned on, it was Keith, standing behind the counter, with his finger over the light switch. On the counter, there was some meat cut up meat, not sure if animal, or human, there was also an old fashioned radio, playing some redneck music. The guy was pale as fuck, he was also skinny, wore a stupid cap over his head, some jeans and a ripped apart shirt, with blood stains on it. I was starring at a legend. Keith has been famous throughout the city as the staple assassin for any mob boss. I got out my tape recorder, clicked the record button and walked towards the counter. He turned his back on me as I walked towards the counter, reaching for something, I was on my toes, could have been a gun, or some sort of knife, but no, it was a mallet. Then I heard him say with that cowboy-ish accent "You shouldn't have come back here.". There was no denying it now, this was the guy that killed my client. He turned around and started to mash the before mentioned, cut up meat on the counter, the splatters were disgusting.
I wanted to call him out, wanted to ask him, "Why'd you do it Keith, what did she ever do to you?" and record his answer on the tape recorder, providing me with evidence that he was behind the murder. I should have known better, Keith didn't hate her any more, than he hated anyone else, for him it was just another kill, a mindless drop in the bucket for a good bit of money. Sudden;y he threw that radio at my head, I was able to move away, but as I was dodging the radio, he was able to hit me with a mallet over the head, rendering me unconscious, my last thoughts were "Fucking bed sheets".
The last thing I expected to ever do, was wake up. A quick look around, I had to assume that Keith decided not to waste the meat, taking me down to his cellar to be dealt with "accordingly". It was horrible, the stench alone was enough to make me light headed, every rumor I had heard about this place was starring back at me with a enormous grin, laughing at me. There were a bunch of saw blades, knives, meat cleavers, and overall machines to cut up meat in various ways, I had to get out. I saw the door, tried to open, but it was locked, but Keith made a mistake, he trapped me in a room full of tools, one of those tools was an Axe. Felt like Jack Nicholson tearing through that door with an Axe, eventually I managed to get out. What I saw next, was even more horrifying, another small room, had a bunch of letters written all over it with blood, the ceiling, the walls, the floor, everything was covered in symbols which I didn't seem to understand. In the middle of the room was a big circle, with a cross going through it, I think we all know what I'm talking about, but there was also a dead body placed on top of that circle, the arms and legs were stretched out in order to follow the pattern of the cross, seemed like some sort of satanic sacrifice.
After I was finished looking around, I suddenly had a head ache and a coughing fit, I could hear voices, whispers, but I couldn't make out what they were saying, I figured it was the stench getting to me, so I left the room as fast as I could. And then I saw him, chopping up a dead body, I tried really hard to be silent, seeing as my stupid cough was just aching to give away my position. With no other place to hide, I hid behind two big barrels full of body parts, not the most ideal hiding spot, but you get, what you get. I could feel the rage building up in me, not because of all those innocent people, dead, no. It was because, I got tangled up in this shit because of a stupid sett of bed sheets, so I figured that it was time to finish up. I saw a scythe hanging from a wall, grabbed it, snuck up behind Keith, and put the scythe through his left knee, making him fall down on the ground, then delivering the final blow with the blunt end of the scythe to the face, rendering him unconscious. Called up the police, and had him put under arrest. While I had no proof of Keith actually committing the crime against my client, there was enough proof in his shack to put him away for a very long time, all the bodies, all the tools, had his finger prints on them. He also fessed up all of the people that ever hired him, including the mayor, in hopes of shortening his stay in prison.
But after that night, I started seeing The Faceless fuck. We all know how people learn about it, slowly it starts driving them crazy, scaring them and so on. But instead of hiding, I started an investigation, dug up the German fairy tales, the first forum post, the blogs, the videos and so on. I also found out that the mayor knew about the faceless, since later in prison Keith was found hanging from the prison cells window, by his stomach, wrapped around his neck, the cops assumed it was one of the prisoners, mainly the ones Keith gave away to police. But that wasn't what gave it away, what gave it away was the fact, that the mayor was released shortly after the incident. The next on the target list, was me, so I packed my bags, and left.
I have been investigating this monster for about 8 years now, and every time I stumble upon a new piece of information, which I put on my bill board and slowly try to connect the dots.
So this is how I ended up in this mess.
And thinking back on it, I could of avoided all of this, if only I would let go of my bed sheets. In short, my bed sheets is the reason why I'm in this mess. Fucking bed sheets.
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