Usually my nightmares are frightening because of they contain a supernatural aspect. This one is instead a good old fashioned gore-fest with plenty of blood and guts. This time there’s no poncing about in haunted houses. This nightmare goes straight for the jugular (almost quite literally)…I dreamt that I was on a hiking/camping trip with a friend (I have no idea who) somewhere in the English countryside. We were lost and in the middle of a great wilderness. We came across a ramshackle collection of small buildings and outhouses that looked industrial, like a small factory or a farm.
The unusual thing about the place was that there were no roads leading up to it. It also appeared completely deserted. The location was strange – very remote, and built into a depression in the landscape making it completely invisible from miles around.
We were curious and decided to investigate further. We circled the buildings from a distance so that we could approach discretely from the rear.
We found a long single storey brick outhouse with a corrugated metal roof. It had a pair of heavy steel doors, one of which was slightly ajar. I pulled it open and stepped inside. My friend waited inside.
I stood at the end of a long room. Rows of metal benches stretched the length of the room. The place was deserted and eerily silent. Clearly it hadn’t been unused for some time. The benches were strewn with old and dirty knives, cleavers and saws. Looking down I noticed long drainage channels cut into the concrete floor that bore the signs of dark, encrusted blood. There was a stench of death and decaying flesh.
To my left were pair of large swing doors made from a heavy yellowish translucent plastic sheeting. I pushed my way through and found myself in a room of horrors. Rows of stripped human carcasses hung from meat hooks. The ones closest to me were freshly skinned, their naked muscles and tendons glistening. Those towards the back of the room were almost unrecognisably human due to their advanced state of decomposition. Some had been disembowelled, their bellies cavernous. Others had been partially stripped of flesh or dismembered. To my right was a low doorway. I stooped to enter and found myself into a smaller room. There was a stainless steel table in the centre. On it were smaller cuts of flesh, expertly butchered. Shelves containing neatly packaged portions of human meat lined the room.
It was clear that this was work-in-progress, and that the place wasn’t as deserted as I’d originally thought. Panicking, I retreated to the meat-hook room and just as I began to heave myself through the plastic doors I was violently seized from behind. Somebody with immense strength lifted me clear of the ground, pulling me backward. I was manoeuvred into place next to a carcass. I was lifted a little higher, back a bit and then I was released. I heard a crunch and felt a searing pain as the unseen butcher hung me on a meat hook from the back of my neck.
I was alone in the room, my body swinging gently from the hook. I distantly heard sounds of metal on metal. I knew my spinal cord had been severed. I was conscious, but completely lifeless from the neck down.
That’s about all I can remember. I wonder what happened to my friend.
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