I once had a dream that shook me to my core and made it so I would never be the same person again. I had stumbled upon a cabin in the woods where I found a man, presumes to be a murderer, I was going to kill him. He begged me, saying that he had a wife and an infant in the cabin, why would he say this? There was no crying of an infant in the loud situation, there was no reason for him to reveal that there were others in the cabin. I killed him, believing he was lying. Then, I strung him up on a ceiling beam using a large rope. I then looked around the cabin. What I found will always reverberate within my soul. There was a young woman, blodied and missing parts of her face and most of her fingers. Then, the child she held had a large chunk torn out from the top of his head, it's brain exposed but missing several peices. The woman was in complete distress, crying and holding tight to her child which was more of a toddler but he was in a vegetative state. I told her that she would be safe now, and she explained that the father was a cannible, forcing her to use parts of her own and her child's bodies whenever the man could not bring home a body. The woman and child were starkingly skinny compared to the larger man. She continued saying that she was forced to do whatever the man wanted or face the death of her child, one night the man would force the mother to cook the entire brain of the child, or he would simply kill them both, the woman would plead and only a chunk of the child's brain would have to be cooked for that night. It was suprising that the child would be alive at all, after what I would have assumed to be a large ammount of fluid and blood loss after this canabilistic lobotomy. I had rescued them, but I was years late to have ever saved them. Within the dream a jump in time occured, I visited the woman in a trailer park, she was mostly healed but still disformed in her face. The child had sadly passed and she was left alone, living with a kind older woman who had heard her story.
The monstrosity and gore I had witnessed within this dream has been watered down exeptionally within this post. Not a day goes by without thinking of these scenes, continuously playing in my mind. I may be silly or laugh aometimes but I will never forget this abomination to mankind that my own psyche has produced. This of course isn't the worse of mankind's diabolical stories, yet it is one that steeps from a possible reality without the help of the occult. It is something I will come to regret leaving on the internet for other's to see, releasing this into the minds of others. Of course whatever others may imagine, it will not compare to tje vomit-inducing sight of a butchered mother crying and holding her son close with whatever strength she had left, the son equally butchered, both covered in their own blood with body parts missing and their insides being barely kept in with weak stitching and dirty bandages. This sight, which I have never and will never describe in full, will forever haunt me even past my dying days.
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