The Experience

Warning! The following contains fairly graphic scenes that may disturb some readers.

I was sitting on the operation table. At first, it was dark in the room. Then, a bright light came on with cruel disregard. I heard footsteps, inaudible speech in a foreign language, and laughter. Manic laughter seemed to fill the room. I heard everything that was going on around me. I heard metal sliding against wood, objects being laid beside me on the table, and more footsteps drawing closer. I had a grim prediction of what awaited me, but I was horribly mistaken. My fate was worse than anything I could have imagined. First, I felt a burning pain in my skull. A blade had been brought down upon my flesh, but I was not yet dead. Some sick force kept me alive to endure the worst pain yet to come; the most gut-wrenching, literally. I felt the top of my head being taken right off, I could feel the stale air against my inner organs. A huge metal spoon dug into my insides and started ripping them out through the top of my head! It was unholy and perverse and I begged for death's sweet embrace. Anything would be of more comfort than my current experience, even a bed of rusty nails. I heard more speech, and I felt a gloved hand run down my body. Then, a blade once again cut into me, this time lower down. I began to notice a pattern, the cuts became strange symbols. I was confused and hurting beyond comprehension. I wished for nothing more for it all to end. After a while, my wish was granted, and the cutting stopped. I was picked up, carried, and the last thing I remember was fainting from shock and pain.

I awoke on the curb of a dark street, bloodied and cut. I still have yet to understand the purpose of this gruesome and terrible act that had been committed on me. These insane savages will get what's coming to them.

Mark my words.

Epilogue: This is the carving of a pumpkin from the view of the pumpkin. No worries! I am not some messed-up sicko! It's supposed to sound really gruesome!