Murder
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To whom it may concern,
Insomnia has made me realize just how much I've been plagued by death as of late.
Over 7 million people have died from Covid-19, and yet the world moved on with barely a moment to grieve, including myself.
Last year, I lost her - not to the pandemic, but to something much worse that had no chance of recovery.
After that, I nearly lost myself too, and although I've already moved on... A part of my soul truly died with her, our dream feels like a distant memory now, or some kind of past life. I'm learning to love myself again, alone or not.
There have been many homicides on the local news lately - at least 15-20 deaths within my city this month alone. At first I thought nothing of it as my plate is already full and I never get more than 3 hours of sleep after the fact.
But something truly disturbing happened this past week, I kept a jovial disposition in front of my colleagues to ease their nerves... But this letter is in hopes of soothing my own.
I was working in a nearby community - mostly on call since the economy has been going through a rough patch. Aiding in small tasks, like handing out new keys and parking passes.
We visited every apartment door for these tasks, but of course not everyone answered since this was around dinner time...
It turns out that what was behind one of these residential doors was horrors beyond anyone's imagination.
A couple days ago, the police and special agents raided one of the apartments around 5:00 AM, 3-4 men were arrested.
Inside the apartment they found multiple corpses that were cannibalized. Most of which were people who had gone missing in the local community. One of the forests nearby is infamous for the amount of homicides committed, it's no secret. It's inferred that the victims were being killed in the woods and brought back to this residence and cannibalized.
Other apartments within this community were also broken into by these men for the same reasons. From what I've heard, the reaction that the investigators had to the site painted a horrific image of what the crime scene looked like. To my knowledge, the neighbors adjacent to that place had filed noise complaints and awful odors for a while too.
It still doesn't feel real, isn't that strange? This same community with the nice Asian granny who feeds the pigeons every morning, and the friendliest golden retriever in the entire world is also where multiple people were killed and eaten...
I'm just grateful for owning a revolver at times like these. I don't get nearly enough sleep, but I wouldn't get any at all without it.
But even that is something I can't be sure of anymore, countless people have been killed by ICE agents for essentially no reason at all. That nurse just wanted to help someone who was in danger, and he lost his life for nothing. That could've been any of us, especially a guy with a concealed carry license.
Frankly, I'm not sure if getting this off my chest will even help me clear my head this time. I've felt the presence of death around me for a while now, but I don't think I can get used to it.
From Viinyl
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