Sam and Colby: The House

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We made our way into the room slowly and stiffly, terrified and disturbed by its contents. There were giant silver hooks hanging down from the ceiling, at least ten of them lining the edges of the room.

Except they weren't bright or shiny silver. They were dirty. With blood. There were also chains hanging on either side of each of the hooks.

"Is this where he...," Colby trailed off.

"Hung people up to cut them open and skin them and shit? Probably," I said.

"These are fucking meat hooks," Sam said.

"Like they use at a slaughterhouse," Colby continued.

"Yes. Yes they are," Jake said. I looked down at the floor. In this room, the floor was grey smooth pavement, like the floor of a garage. Except there were faded orange stain puddles all over the floor. They'd probably been blood at some point that Ed had wiped up and then tried to bleach off of the ground, leaving a musty orange color behind on the grey.

"Jesus Christ. So this dude just took people apart and turned them into things?" asked Sam.

"Pretty much," I replied.

"Can... can I see?" asked Jake. I stared at him.

"You want to see what the stuff looked like?" I asked.

"Yeah. I mean, you clearly have. I want to see it too," said Jake.

(*THESE PICTURES ARE REALLY GROSS SO THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL HAVE THEM IN THERE. THEY REALLY ARE FUCKING WEIRD AND DISTURBING SO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE THEM, SKIP OVER THE NEXT CHAPTER*)

"Well, okay," I sighed. I pulled out my phone and did nothing but simply type in 'things found in ed gein's house'. I handed my phone to Jake without looking down at it. I didn't feel the need to see those pictures again.

Sam and Colby walked over to stand on either side of Jake and I watched their expressions as Jake scrolled through several pictures. Colby's jaw clenched and Sam's eyes widened from how uncomfortable they clearly felt, while Jake's breathing picked up.

"Okay, that's enough. I'm done now," Jake said, turning the screen away from his face. "You guys want to see any more?"

"Nope," said Colby, shaking his head.

"I wish I hadn't even seen those," Sam said.

"Yeah. So I'm guessing this is where he took people to cut them apart and then went somewhere else to sew them together like that," I said.

"Oh, wait! That makes sense now!" Sam said.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Oh shit! You're right," Colby said.

"Come here," Sam said. We left the hooks room and went to the door next to it. Colby opened it up and we all went inside to see a room that I definitely did not expect to see in such a place.

"What the fuck. This looks like Jilly's room from when she was like six," Jake said. "And it smells like...,"

"Old people?" Colby asked.

"No, like leather and shit," Jake said.

I hadn't met Jillian, but I didn't have a hard time believing that this is what a six year old girl's room would look like. The walls were all painted a pastel pink and there was a white carpet floor. The room was mostly full of clothing racks, full of dresses and purses and scraps of fabric. In one corner of the room was a small white desk with a sewing machine on it, a wicker basket on the ground next to it.