Bob

The Smell

~Warning this story contains torture of both animals and people. If you don't like to read that,  don't read pass this disclaimer. You've been warned.~

An old man in his late 50's lived alone. Every day he would sit by his window and watch the birds. His neighbors thought he was a bird watcher. That was not the case. He had planted a tree that was perfect for bird nesting, right in front of his living room window. Only a few birds ever nested. All the other birds knew the man's true intention. They had been there the longest.

There was one room in his house that had a smell. It smelled of old and decaying flesh. Most of his guest that would come over, complained about the smell. They would ask where it was coming from. The old man would always made up an excuse. He claimed he had rats and one might have died in one of the walls, in the back room. No one every truly knew what was in that room.

One day a bird landed in the tree near his window. With excitement in the man's eyes, he watched the little sparrow. Another bird soon joined it bringing a few twigs. "A nest." the man said, "They're building a nest." Slowly the man opened his window. The two birds stopped what they're doing, and looked his way. He slowly pushed a bowl of seed out. An "offering" to the birds. He closed his window and blinds leaving the birds.

3 years, it took 3 years to gain the birds trust. The neighbors found it adorable seeing the old man feeding the birds. That wasn't what he truly wanted to do. He opened his window, allowing the bird in. One landed on his shoulder, while the other landed on the plate, and ate the feed. The man rub his fingers on the bird's feathers. He gently grab the bird and took it to the restroom. The sink had already been filled with warm water. He placed the bird in the water leaving the room soon after. The room was filled with a yellowish gas causing the bird to fall asleep. The man came back, picking up the bird, he brought it in the back room with the other one.

The birds were wide awake. He had covered their eyes and taped their beaks shut. One by one he plucked the feathers from the bird. With the birds wing and legs tied down all it could do was thrash. Once he was done with that bird he did the other. Next he zipped tied both of the birds necks. Tightening it till they could barely breathe. He started with the female. "Ladies first" he said. With a scalpel he cut at the breast bone. The bird thrashed more rapidly to get away. Pressing harder on the knife he sliced the chest cavity open. He carefully pulled back the skin exposing the inners. The heart began to beat rapidly as fear overcame the bird system. The lungs strained to get air in. he cut the wings from the body. He slowly cut the flesh off the bird's leg, enjoying how the bird kept rapidly thrashing to get away. Deciding he was bored, he stab the eyes of the bird, shocking it. Then he tighten the zip tie causing the lungs to stop moving. The heart beating faster till he stabbed it.

The body froze and fell limp. He looked over at the other bird, planning to do the same. He raised his scalped, preparing to bring it down on the other bird. *Ding Dong* Someone was at his door. "Saved by the bell." he said to himself, wiping the blood off his hands. Spraying some cologne on to get rid of the smell, he walked to the front door. He opened it to see two people he'd never seen. "Can I help you?" the man asked confused on what's happening. "We've gotten a smell complaint from a few of the neighbor that seems to be coming from your home." "Do you have a warrant?" "That we do." the officer said holding up the papers. "Give me a second, I'm not exactly dressed." "That's quite alright." The man closed the door behind him and walked back to the room. He stood over the bird casting a shadow that seem to make it disappear. With a raised fist, he slammed it on the bird. Its skull crushed on impact. Pieces of skull piercing it brain. He took the bodies, throwing them in the chest that laid in the corner of the room.

He walked into his room changing his clothes. He let he officers in. One went upstairs, while the other walked around the bottom floor. He walked towards where the smell was emitting from. The man follows slowly behind him. The officer opened the door to see blood covering the walls. The smell slammed into his nose causing him to stumble back. He reached to his radio. "Hey mike you m-" He fell to the floor. Knocked out. The old man had a crazed look in his eyes. He dragged the body in to the room closing the door. The other officer came downstairs hearing the thud. The man stood behind the door, the back end of the axe ready to strike. "John were are-" he fell to the floor as well. The old man smiled. He dragged the body to the room. He strapped both of them to the table. Blindfolding them and making sure they couldn't escape. He started his dissection.

The station hadn't heard form the group in over 20 hours. They sent another unit to the house. They got to the house to see the cop cars still out front. Weapons drawn, they walked into the house. The man was having the time of his life. He had cut their head open, exposing the brain. He stab the eyes out and sewed the mouths closed. They had died 3 hours ago. He took the brains out the first officer, bring it to mouth. He savored the metallic taste and squishy feel of it. He placed it back in the skull and moved to the next one. With steady hand that of a surgeon, he carefully cut the flesh from his arms. He put them on hooks and hung them from the ceiling. Walking back to the two officers he looked at his work. He picked up a stuffed owl, trying to decide how to preserve the skin. He looked at his needle and thread getting an idea. The man continued to cut the body unaware of the people in is house.

He fell. One of the officers tased him. He twitched on the floor groaning and screaming in pain. The officers cuffed him and dragged him out the house. The whole front yard was taped off. Every neighbor came out their house to see the old man being dragged out the house. He had a crazy and wild look in his eyes. "I'll have you all! You all will be on my wall sooner or later! Just you wait!" He yelled as he was loaded in a truck. "Just you wait!" The smell that had always been in the back room of the house, wafted out. Everyone could smell the putrid sent of rotting flesh. The two other officers were recognized and everyone saw what the old man had done to them. Onn's head was cracked open, his brain had been eaten away. His chest was cut open with the heart missing. His eyes were hollowed out leaving an empty socket. The other officer was a different story. His arms were stripped to the bone. His neck was ripped open and his windpipe hung from the gaping hole. His lungs were pulled from the chest cavity and his heart was too missing. The other officer had gone to the back room to see skulls of different animals. Somewhere human skulls. The smell in the room was so strong it caused the officers to recoil back.

DVDs where found in that box that set in the corner of the room documenting his activities. Each DVD showed what he did to the person or animal. It showed how they all cried and screamed in pain. It showed the people yelling and begging to be let free. Promising they never tell anyone. The animal could roar and groan as they withered in pain. The man had a crazed smile on his face as he continued to slice open the skin and sew up the skin. As he picked every bone form the bodies, one by one. The victim never had any kind of pain blockers. The man just enjoy hearing their screams. His taxidermy skill came in handy. The museums and gift shop never asked where he got the animals from. They just assumed they were road kill. The humans however, he didn't want the flesh to go to waste. He had this disease in his brain, which allowed him to eat the human's brain. He enjoy the cold and squishy fell of the brain, comparing it to ice cream. Nothing on the body was every wasted. He ate everything from the skin to the guts. The police were appalled by their discovery and ordered the DVD's to be destroyed immediately.

They left, planning to tear the house down after what they saw. The smell however still lingered. It came from under the tree planted in front of that window. A seed that had been planted in his first victim. A boy, no older than 6, buried alive. His body slowly decomposed, as no creature were able to get in the casket. The smell still lingers.