“Monsters" aka The Twins, Serial Killers

 

My worst nightmares are by far using nightmares, where I am in a world, where again am in the grips of some drug with mind racing as I attempt to do more or find more. All rules still apply this is a nightmare ever so more real cause I’m in a twisted state of long ago.

I want to tell you now. I have seen and been close to real dark people, big and small, but I never seen what my mind showed me. I do not like even writing this one down, but am just the …….sleep please……

 

It was Mount Vernon Baltimore Maryland area one of those back ally apartments near student housing on St Paul street about 13 blocks up. The School had several apartments they used as student housing in the old brown stones and huge historic houses with twists and turns for three or some five floors. I knew the guy hadn’t been seen and we thought he was busted. We had got coke from him before while at college. I was in Baltimore, a crack head near the end of my second year. I stopped, but those months were hard, hard lessons in life to a young man in his twenties to learn when he should have been a student.

We entered into the house and we going through things, but the house seemed to have been tossed all ready, things lay about in disarray. I was looking for a score, cocaine, or cash for coke. I was high and it mattered for about four hours real bad to get more when you have been smoking. Some people went to lengths, some massive and on the news as car jackings, muggings, robberies, shootings and I was doing my length not much in balance entering this house looking for drugs, twisted. Not by any means a criminal, really just twisted in my nightmares need to find the drugs, and to out and get high. I counted the minuets home once we found his stash of coke. I was all set up my little station for cooking, clean again waiting. We were on different floors the girl was downstairs; I up in his room the top floor where the room was dashed to and from and trampled and a book shelf three feet high recessed in the wall had a few clothes thrown against it, but a shape immerged as I reached for it a camera hidden by the mess, it was his camera and video recorder pointing into the room. It was like mine; I turned it on, just to see, if it worked, I thought. I saw, his face but not, it was the face of a dead man, eyes with no life, they held him by a big hand compared to his light frame by one big hand and two men big tattooed, with masks like wresters or some cheap fetish movie red and blue on naked next to the body as the last picture of the camera was like a trophy shot. It doesn’t come fast enough, or too fast horror. I clicked to into the video in the menu, seeing some-what the same shot as the last frame. I pressed play. Why?

            The men in masks had the young man down on the floor he was just some young kid in his twenties who worked as waiter dealing drugs. He was so scared. You could see it, and he wanted out. He was not a fighter, not built for it, not of temperament he was not tall a little lean and maybe medium strength. All this did nothing for him. I was transfixed at first watching in the why, then things became unreal as they began the taunting, the beating, the sexual violence as they forced things into his mouth and anus, as the his screams and weeping got more intense so did their fever beating him as he followed their commands or was just a taunt that they might just leave him and go as he begged. I could hear little muffled far away yells breaking through the camera’s speaker as he pleaded them to stop. I watched, fast forwarded and watched, I was going forward and had just stopped, in an unimaginable place, a place of monsters. A nightmare captures our essence and rips it along a journey like a loose tread of palatable existence in a reality, in horror sometimes we wonder if it’s just a film this nightmare or life.  I watched as they both attacked him sexually at once, beginning to choke him and pound on him as they attacked in sexual frenzied madness, animal lust… until the girl I was with said, “What do you got there?” taking the camera away. I reached, horror builds in the mind. It had replaced the need for drugs, my twisted high. I was still in shock and the camera slipped from my hand and she looked at the little screen.

Like I said, it takes real horror to sink in. I saw in my few seconds of video which seemed to share more than possible of this vile looking glass featuring a last night of a mans life and, them doing things to him, that are stuck in my mind. Awful things, that a normal human could not withstand much, and then others worse with the warm body, in their lust, and madness, this thing I was forced to watch, on the video. It went for another second and a grabbed back the camera. It was too late. A nightmare scream, the one that lasts on and on as the bits of the video played in my mind, a scream of pure terror from the girl, she had seen that much. “Monsters” two men, lovers, went out looking for their sexual primal lust, boosted by the drugs, and found… The scream woke me, as I still watched the video and slowly everything became white, blinding with the scream being the only thing left, and the want to leave this horrid place.

I woke. I stood, and walked in seeming way to get away from the images in my head, but they kept repeating.  The real story was too vivid, too visceral to explain in detail, flashes of him pleading as they first began getting hi, and then his screaming as the men the monsters with no masks, tortured and used the young man as a sex toy, just look of animals with their prey was left, Monsters that walk among us.  

 

Thor

I fucking hate this one.

It doesn’t need to come back. I work with cameras all the time for the last couple years, the horror of this dream is in the camera when I hold it, shadows somewhere in my mind of another camera linger.