pig destroyer - prowler in the yard

label: relapse records
released: 2001

he walked into the room and staggered backward a few steps. everything he was seeing told him to turn around and shut the door and burn the place to the ground. this place would always be haunted. the ground it was on had soaked in the memories and nothing would be able to grow there. the casual brutality of it all. his brain was struggling to comprehend it. this is something that he'd be screaming about on his death bed. he'd never be able to look another person in the face and not see the gaping maw of gore. there were multiple black shapes sitting on the floor against the wall just beyond the table. he had counted five. the room wasn't well lit and as he approached the middle of the room the hell became more apparent. a claw hammer. garden shears. bolt cutters. crushed party hats. a box cutter. a roll of duct tape. pieces of cake. once he was able to take his eyes off of the floor he noticed words scrawled on the wall underneath the "happy birthday" banner....

"this is beautiful. this is art."

and then it hit him. this is just part of the beginning. he thought back to the time when he'd come across the notebook in the woods and wishes that he'd just kept walking. everything had become a blur since then. that was the moment the link had been created. would he ever be able to stop the polaroids showing up in his mailbox? why was he standing here right now? how far off into the distance were the sirens? he brought his hands up to his face to try and block all of it out and that's when he noticed the blood on his hands. there was blood staining the sleeves of his shirt. he tried putting everything together. what was that taste in his mouth? something was stuck between his teeth. he ran his tongue over it until it was knocked loose. he spit it into the palm of his hand. it looked like a piece of chewed meat.

that was when he noticed one of the shapes that had been sitting against the wall stand up.

"hello,shape. happy birthday."

DL