Suited Nazis
As I drive back from school, the snow is falling excessively. My two friends and I had been drinking. My vision is blurred, and my reaction times are sluggish. Transportation becomes an agonizing task with near white-out conditions and ice-slicked roads. I am selfish, and I worry I will get myself killed. My thoughts never once rest on the lives of my friends. The car comes to a stop before I realize I had put my foot on the brake. I get out of the car.
There is a rock wall in the ocean ahead of me. I dive into the ocean and swim for the wall, which I decide to climb. At the top of this wall, the snow stops and melts within milliseconds. There is no trace of what had once been. On the other side of the wall its is very dreary. A house in the distance is masked by a cloud of dust being carried in the wind. A strange man is walking around outside.
I peer closer, when I come to the realization he looks very similar to the man I had seen in the Saw movies. An eerie chill creeps up my spine, and a knot in my throat prevents me from swallowing. I knew something bad was happening, and I had to find out what.
Despite everything I have seen in horror movies, everything I had ever said I would do if in a situation like this, I still go to that house. I find a basement window with the panes missing and climbed inside, careful not to harm myself in the process. I look around for anything suspicious or evidence that would incriminate this disturbing man. Mainly, I look for bloodstains. The longer I spend looking, the more nervous I begin to feel. Soon my anxiety is consuming; it overpowers my curiosity and forces me to abandon my investigation immediately. Once outside, I begin to run in hopes the man didn’t catch me in his house.
With every step I take while running, a cloud of dust from the dirt roads rises above my now-empty footprints. I look behind me. He’s chasing me. I run faster until my lungs ache and my muscles cramp. I’m gasping for air, for life. I turn around, and he can’t be seen. I hide and watch the dirt road like a hawk hunting its prey. I see the door of an old warehouse built of steel open. It is him.
Somehow, nearly escaping my demise gives me more courage. I creep up to the window of the warehouse and stare inside. The man stands towering over a nude woman shackled to the wall. There are cuts and dried blood all over her body. The man then proceeds to cut the woman’s throat, killing her as she bleeds out. He takes a paring knife and skillfully works it underneath the woman’s skin starting at her neck, moving downwards. This isn’t complete until he makes a final tug at her skin. He pulls at her feet, causing the skin to slide off her body. It resembles a perfect, skin suit. Content with his craftsmanship, he takes off his mask. It is Adolf Hitler.
Hitler takes the suit and steps into it. He is now wearing the skin of a woman. His wife, Eva, walks into my sight. On the workbench is another suit made of skin. She puts it on and walks over to Hitler. They kiss passionately until this leads to sex, all while wearing their skin suits.
Then I awake.
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