July 19, 2002 Three days passed before they found the body. Along with three days' worth of rigor mortis to deal with, the forensics experts had to figure out what pieces were missing, and which were just battered and bloodied. Seventeen-year-old Naticia Morose was the unlucky spectator to stumble upon the corpse late Tuesday evening. Naticia was taking a stroll along her neighborhood's main road and happened to glance into a dark, musty alley. Noticing a glint of light reflected off of the victim's watch, Miss Morose braved the stench of the garbage--tossed from a neighboring Chinese restaurant--to satisfy her curiosity. What Naticia found made her gag and scream in horror. The body, lacerations, gashes, and blood everywhere, was unrecognizable. The victim's clothing had been torn to shreds, and its eyes had been gouged out of their sockets. The authorities were called by Miss Morose's boyfriend, Harris Nusbaum. When Nusbaum heard Naticia's scream and saw the corpse in the alley, he, although also sickened, managed to curtail his gag reflex long enough to tell the 9-1-1 operator the situation. The victim, identified as thirty-two-year-old Joseph Tavert from ID left in his tattered clothing, had been attacked by city-roaming, rabid raccoons, late Saturday night. No one has been able to contact Mr. Tavert's next-of-kin, so Joseph Tavert will be buried in a state cemetary, without a funeral service.
Yet another journal-type place for Darcy to rant, rave, and/or recuperate from the world.
Monday, January 1, 2007
Horrors! by DSDragon
Labels: originalfic, Writer's Block
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