Project Montauk

Bloodbath

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(Trevor's POV)
I cycled to Mrs. Harriott's house, to find Matt idling near a tree.

"What the hell, man?" I whispered, he'd called me to get there as soon as possible at 4AM.

"Shh" he said, putting a finger to his lips. He looked extremely tired, like he'd been awake for days.

Motioning me to come closer, he showed me the sawn-off padlock on the shed.

"I don't think we should be doing this" I warned.

"It's just a peak, no one will know"

"Yeah, if they're fucking blind or something"

"Listen, are you coming in or not?"

Fueled by morbid curiosity, I nodded.

What immediately hit me after the door was flung open was the nausea inducing smell of rotting flesh, the smell of organs, the smell of blood.

As soon as I regained my composure from then initial shock, the reality of the situation began to set in.

The room was littered with tattered remains of animals, severed heads of goats-infested with maggots, eating them inside out. Blood coated the walls and the floor, on which sat a jaw bone, a human one: blood and all.

The place was a bloodbath.

I looked over at his shocked face, absolutely horrified.

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