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Bones From Jail
On top of a mountain, that tower was mixed with fog and cold. It was carefully constructed for the pleasure of old perverts at the height of his insanity. Magnificent scenes of violence and pain to fill hungry eyes ... ah, they were watering pleasure ...
Such was the daily life of those elders, with their most beautiful creation of trained wolves to tear up the death.
Cell that already reeked of rotting flesh so much, and those wolves that lived in it loved by its carpet of carcasses that fed and comforted.
Viscera, hide human, members were exposed and ruined his greatest satisfaction.
Everything was started by the capture, after imprisoning and impaled, the skewer served raw body and live for the most beautiful sharp canines to consume.
A group of psychopaths living around a lawless town, terrorized all those kids who lived there.
Were always taken by surprise, disagreement, and when they returned to lucidity already started offering the animals of the cell.
The slow and deep pain, blood dripping and crazy tastes and views, was an orchestra of agony and delirious laughter.
Fear took care of that town, and never managed to catch the culprits. Everything was very well planned and calculated. The boys were in trouble imagining that dark could be next.
Were chosen the most beautiful faces and angelic kids healthy and kin were the favorite food.
The force of beauty and youth generated much disgust, it was necessary to satisfy the desire for revenge on the human race better favored.
Ah ... revenge! There was not anything more beautiful and satisfactory to them. Hatred feeds an unknown force and absolute, that which acts on each reaction of revulsion and disgust.
They were at the end of life, and like angels of death, they needed to take a hundred thousand, or three times more, who knows.
As it was satisfying to see everything, oh, my mouth salivated and eyes sparkled and glittered ...
"Oh, how I joy in seeing these fetid gurus agonized as chickens on the spit for the great supper!"
Phrases like between a glass of whiskey and another noble cigarettes smoky lounge in the basement of the tower, a well hidden compartment above suspicion.
Terror has always remained in the village, groups of people hunted and never found anything.
There was no trace, no suspicion, there were no survivors.
It was the slaughter of young kids and confident and well equipped, the stage of the great revenge by hate laws vital cell of bone and pleasure.
Late afternoon, the sky closed, mist, very cold. She cried unconditionally screamed. Barefoot and bleeding, lost among trees, vines and trails, she saw no way out of the misfortune that fate has in store ... right.
Hell is not short-lived, the agony was deep and prolonged. Between screaming, crying, pain and the dew from the leaves mixed with blood, torn up little by little body shuddered with fear. The death came. Guests also. Begins the celebration necromancers, the early evening, the early death jellyfish. Among lust, orgies and scavengers, the moon of winter watching every detail. A group of crazed young, united by a magical bond, physical and emotional, something sought conceivably supreme unknown ... perhaps sought by force had not, that would probably save them from human vulnerability, the vulnerability damn ...
It was a breathtaking night, tempers were on edge, some opium hidden in the bloodstream ... the sun was born, was beaming.
Mit was the youngest of them all, was 17 years old, 1.63 tall and did not like having hair on your body ... eyebrow, hair, body hair all over ... it was extracted. His mother thought he was mentally ill, especially after the day he saw her masturbating with a razor blade. She did not care, he was very confident in his ideas. Convinced that he had just brutally murdered a 15 year old ritual in a psychopath, and not regretted it. His older brother, Sid, along with his friends, Soi and Oli, planned and executed the capture of the girl. They took her to the forest near the city and began their atrocities. Mit followed every step of this episode, marveled at the flavor and essence of the situation, death and madness.
There, on that sunny morning, were the four young men, convinced in his belief based on various studies of the occult, merged to "travel" of opium and lysergic acid, which gave them believed the vision beyond the reach of human wisdom felt ... wonderful to see that nobody saw. Believed to have actually reached the peak of vitality with this ritual, but all quickly came apart just when they felt even mere humans at the end of a journey chemistry. It was depressing, and that the profoundly altered as soon as they saw a mere illusion of a belief without foundation.
All that ended the 9:45 am, with those four people, like sheep jumping the gap at the end of the forest path, ending in a river, now bathed their carcasses and mingled with the blood. A beautiful collective suicide.
The three clowns
Little was known about them. Nobody had interested to know. Three ' men, middle-aged, standard life, which are considered normal ” “ fully by the community living. Worked as clowns in all the also had a coffee shop in the main square, the city's most famous. There was also a small town quimbanda Centre, unloved regime by the majority of inhabitants, traditional and Christians, quiet city living, accused on several occasions by the mysterious disappearance of several children, every year. Are always six children, six years in all these recent years, two to three months. Never again appeared, and we all thought like that idea of what would be, by the mysterious and macabras letters that families of victims received: “ Dear Mr Alfredo, asfixiei Paulinho until death, then i did cut into pieces. It took nine days to eat ” “ it.Dear Doctor Sílvio, degolei Sandrinha and have cut off its members to ground into parts. She died Virgin. ”
And it was so the entire city ... several suspects, quimbanda Center downtown, were arrested. But disappearances was terrorizing the inhabitants of that city.
The letters always arrived without address, unsealed without stamp ... only with the name of father or mother of a missing child. Never grasp the real author of all these crimes, never desconfiaram anyone else, even the popular palhacinhos who had the city's most famous coffee shop ...
Louis, Cyrus and Faust, lovely and kind, not only alegrava the criancinhas, as everyone in town. The three lived together in a huge house close to a forest, a little away from the city. Few people have already been there, and haven't hit the room.
Two children in the city were fanatical by three clowns, Wilson and Silas, children of Reverend twins, of the city. Two children and curious, the eyes of the city's baby in a pracinha to go and visit the three clowns. Followed by land, walked a few minutes and arrived home.
Expanding were received by Louis: “ Hello children! I am Louis ... i am kissing without fantasies ... but i myself, uncle Louis! Entering! ”
They have half confused. Arriving in the classroom visits, Louis stopped and said: “ wait! I will seek biscuits PRA you. ”
Entered by a port to an aisle at the end it close door with a Pentagram drawn. They do not hesitate to open, and entered. Were intensely frightened, choraram. Viscera, bones, skin, children and a corpse members of the child empalado on a large BBQ.
Soon after arrives Uncle Louis with a huge doors, and sharp Machado, and a kitchen knife.
The disappearance of Wilson and Silas she all in the city, and it took the Reverend and his wife to despair. The delegate of the city began an intense search for children, with several police detective series and that efforts were made without stopping. A clue: the children were views for the last time by entering the home of the three clowns.
Surprise for them, were abismados ... but the intense search continued.
Invaded the House, discovered the secret behind of that compartment portinha metal discovered the whereabouts of criancinhas, all evidence were there.
They arrested the three, Louis, Cyrus and Faust. Raised flashcards, discovered that they were grandchildren of Margô, a famous ” “ witch past sacrifice children in rituals. Was acquitted claimed mental insanity, was murdered by a group of Christians disposed of. Gate that they wanted to continue the legacy of grandmother.
In the station, the delegate mindful of the three:-“ who was responsible for all this? ”-“ we three together. ” Said Louis, and the other.
The delegate continues:-“ you are a gang of pigs skilful, inhuman, dirty ... the mother of you should have aborted all ... your ” wretches!
Louis:-“ we do a favour PRA this mediocre cidadezinha ... rejoice and agradamos to any taste with the wonderful spices of our cafeteria. The secret? Fresh meat. For us and for all. Including the Lord, which calls for but worshipped when ate a piece of Wilson in his x-Burger. ”
Sun blood
was in last year, chuvarada and the evening was black. The man was at home, arrived late, exhausted and wet, after a humiliating scourge, and comera travel without pleasure, cold food. Put the pajamas and connected the radio, but the radio was bad, roncando and grinding. Was all very cold, dark. Loneliness material for your soul in a vacuum. His heart was frozen to death that had gone you visit several times ... mother, wife, children ... now are just corpses. No reason to continue. Why was there? We didn't know ... the repeatedly blade arrived near his neck, or that your weapon reached nearly always kept coming out ... maybe fear was come, or fails to reach anywhere. But it seemed that cold and rainy night would change everything. There, at the time of intense solitude, began to hear strange noises outside. Lamentations, berros, voices ... When did you hear someone calling slowly your name, a voice that had never heard before. It became frightened and curious. Who would call that place as wilderness, that night, she lived with that rain? Was there PRA see. Surreal suddenly saw something, something that has never seen in his life was boquiaberto. Was ... a woman? Seemed ... maybe ... but very bizarre. Deplorable beings and aberrations your feet. Was all very strange and unreal. A black involved all calls. There was a Sun red color of blood, all-in eccentric beauty creature. Everything was very frightening, their bizarre. When the voice of that ” “ woman, a voice of demons, children and agonizantes ... something incredibly surreal ... ended the climate of Ballet: “ mortal unfortunate deplored by misfortune, morbid solitude to stopped. Join your loved ones, and my feet. ”
Nobody knows what happened, nobody knows the story right, there are many rumours so ... but human vision and unforgettable edited would be beheaded.