Flesh Room (part one)

It’s like I'm waking up into a bad dream. I’m dizzy and I can’t move. I feel so heavy. It’s kind of cold, it smells, it’s damp and musky like my grandfathers basement that use to flood every summer. I start to get a little feeling back in my hands and legs. I don’t know where I am, it’s a poorly lit room about 12 feet by 8 feet with low ceilings. I now realize the floor is damp, not a damp water wet. A damp with blood wet. I can smell it and as I feel around I have now noticed that there are several bodies cut up scattered around the room. Death had definitely greeted this room with a big smile and did not hold back. I can't remember anything. I don’t know what happened, I don’t know how I got here, fuck I don’t know if this is real or a dream.

My name is Jerry Baker I run a small bar called The Hound on the east side of this shit town called “Hell”. I cater to the lowest of the low, boozers, the druggies, GED philosophers, meth heads, dirty old men, dirty old women, vets with pets, the poor, and helpless. I manage to make just enough of a profit off these bums to keep the doors open. I’m guessing my late nights of drinking and womanizing has caught up to me, but I’m still not sure. I mean I've been involved in a lot of fucked up shit. There is something I just can’t put my finger on it. This just doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t seem real.

I crawl a little and slowly try to get up. I can’t walk in this shit. What I can only imagine is blood and guts everywhere, and I’m getting more sick to my stomach every second I'm in here. The smell and from what I can see of this horror takes totally control of my senses. I believe I am standing around at least four dead bodies. My sight is getting clearer, my eyes are adjusting... There are body parts every where; half a mangled rib cage, what’s left of a neck and lower jaw, and what looks like an arm. I guessed it could be a leg, I don't know? Suddenly a bell rings in the distance. Did I just hear that? Was that real? I heard a bell and I hear faint laughter. I duck back down as I get closer to this corpse I gag and swallow, gag more and swallow. Trying to make little noise. Laughter gets louder and closer and all I can do is close my eyes. The horror that runs through my head. I hear more laughter.

The need to get out of this room has greatly increased. I can see a very tiny slit on floor where the door is and I can tell something is moving outside it. I see shadows past by, I hear more laughter, I can’t breathe. What fuck am I going to do? Should I stay in this horrid room of mangled bodies? Should I make a run for the door? If I wiggle the door knob will they notice it? Fuck the door has to be locked. Should I hold my breath and hope this all a dream? Maybe I’ll wake up and all this will be over. I'll be conscience and the thought of this dream will fade away. Fuck maybe I'm dead and this is hell. I WANT to scream!

-CGW