I once met a man who ate his victims. Not recently, but the memory of him is still so vivid within my mind. A tall, fat, wide-eyed, balding man that, Just by the look that was in his eye, you could tell that he was mentally inhumane.
I was working for the police and was doing fieldwork at the time. I was surprisingly good at it but It's not what I enjoy most. It might sound strange, but I have always had a fascination with death and murder and the idea that it only takes one insane man to take another man's life.
I will always remember the time where I met the madman that I had long been fascinated with.
Back in 2002, a large number of people went missing in London (of all places) and, it would seem, would have just walked off the face of the earth. Gone. Now, it's not unusual for this to happen, especially in London. But the reason they called this particular case "unusual" and "different" was that eventually, when they were found, they weren't, "whole". We were only able to obtain parts of these lost souls and this was why it was deemed a missing peoples case - because they were not sure if they were actually dead. The occasional arm or leg would pop up in separate areas but no clues were left for us to follow no sign of where they had gone or why they had gone. Just gone. Most of those who disappeared were vulnerable - easy pickings for a rather wild, rather hungry, fat man.
We found this "man" during our door to door duties right on the edge of the London within the area where somehow we found a severed ear. Officers knocked on his very ordinary door to find a very ordinary (fat) looking man who bore a spine chilling grin and twitchy lips. He was polite, friendly, and. Insane. Unnoticeable at first but still completely out of his mind. Their conversation with him also seemed natural and ordinary, ordinary to a point of unordinary. He was too kind. Too friendly. And did not seem to bother about the missing people at all.
He denied seeing or hearing anything about the disappearances. Soon after the conversation began to grow even more ordinary and unnatural a strong vivid smell of gone - off, dead, rotting meat smacked officers. They held their noses and entered the building.
They entered to find absolutely nothing at first, but then after checking his fridge freezer, they found several fingers, a bag full of human hair and one singular ear; all completely Veiled in blood. Of course, after this, the very polite still smiling man was forced into the back of their police car and was taken to the station for necessary questioning.
He admitted to killing and devouring (happily) 25 of the 37 people who went missing. He did this openly, politely and still with the biggest grin I had ever seen on his face. It was me who was lucky enough to question this man, I found out the in's and outs of his personality, all his traits and habits and all of his stomach turning crimes.
I was also amongst those who were "lucky" enough to search his house fully and what I saw that afternoon will stay with me for my entire life.
This is just one of many cases that still linger within my mind.
