Anonymous №0. >>15401389 i dont expect to be believed in just going to tell the story and ‘when young i had to live with my dad in a caravan park in the desert at the edge of some dirt poor hicktowns.

Anonymous №0. >>15401389
i dont expect to be believed in just going to tell the story and
‘when young i had to live with my dad in a caravan park in the desert at the edge of some dirt poor hicktowns. pic sadly related
the people there were basically 100% white trash
the most depressing kind of environment for a kid to grow up in. dad was alright he drank but wasnt angry, worked a lot and didnt really care what i did
he was а worker and would sometimes be gone for days at a time. during these times i would stay in this one van with a family of three who we were pretty close to. there was
the dad, John and the two sons, one my age, Michael, and one a year younger, who, по shit, was called Dog
Now even in that setting Dog was a weird name. like there were literally people with the name Cletus there and even they laughed at the name Dog, But the family was really nice nonetheless. hardly saw the dad because he
‘worked and drank like my own father it was usually me Michael and Dog mucking around at the caravan camp doing whatever we liked
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Michael and Dog were nice kids but had a litle bit of education having spent a few years with my mom in the city and comparison these kids were pretty simple. their idea of fun was catching lizards
and mashing them up with sticks. which was а good way to kill ime, though
they also had a pst with some games but it always glitched the main thing i rernember about hanging around them was the smell oftheir caravan in the heat. this really rancid stench would build up as
‘we played playstation or mashed lizards or whatever, the hotter the day the worse it was
50 one day i ask them what the all about and they said they'd show me. so they take me into the back section of the caravan which is cordoned off fram the rest one of thase sparkly bead curtains and that's how i
found out their dad was into
there were buckets of roadkill and his taxidermy handiwork lined the walls. the windows had been fully over with black duct tape and it was actually bubbling in the heat, leaking this thick plastic type smell that rixed in
with the smell of meat
i saw most of the taxidermied animals were lizards and realized why they were all about killing lizards. creeped out but after a time i didnt notice the stench so bad and became interested in how well crafted the animals
the sculptures all had real craftsmanship and talent
or thought as a kid, in retrospect the were pretty crude
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50 admiring the when the daor slams shut and i almost shit myself when John is standing over me, staring hard at me and his kids.
but then he just bursts out smiling and acting like а giddy child eager to know what ithink. he seemed so happy when i said i liked it. i genuinely did like it too, as а kid you sort of dont have a broad
enough awareness of social norms to know that taxidermy is pretty creepy
another thing i didn't notice at the time was that even thought he was incredibly nice and warm to his sons, they both acted totally submissive and treated his every word as an order. when he asked И i like a beer, for
instance, they both said “yes sir” in tune and rushed to the fridge. but he just laughed and they were smiling so i didnt suspect anything was
that night we made a small fire outside and all got drunk. me michael and dog were kids so it didn't take much. we huddled around the fire as John enthusiastically started telling the story of haw dog was born
he'd had a truly beautiful mother, he said who loved michal more than the world. michael didn't remember his mother and the story made him sad. their mother and john had lived in a nice house in a different state, and when she
got pregnant a second time it was like a miracle, he said
then a glaze over his eyes and his voice got
but before dog was Бот, mother had buckled to the floor and blood was corning out of her. and when they got to the hospital, no sooner had dog been bom was she dead.
‘we all got a bit teary eyed, John especially. he hugged his son dog. "mommy died so we could have you my baby boy" he said and his son cried. they both cried and held each other.
but i noticed Michael was smiling widely
he tured to me and said “Daddys going to make everything alright again’
hearing him his father said "Yes, soo will make everything alright again
and they had me join them in a family hug
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as we hugged something bad happened. John suddenly yelled and thrust all off him, he smashed his bottle on the ground and staring breathing heavily.
Dog tentatively approached him and starting asking what was
His father turned to him with wild eyes as bright as the fire and screamed at him not talk like that
"WHAT DIDI TELL YOU ABOUT TALKING, DOG??"
Dog started falling over his own feet inta the gravel. i was too woozy to think straight and as i watched this horrible sign Michael put his hand on my knee and squeezed.
John approached the boy and hit him on the neck he cried out in protest, making John hit him again and scream
"WHAT DIDI TELL YOU? DOGS! DONT! TALK!"
And dog, on his hands and knees, tears running down his face, started whimpering like a pup. And then he was barking, And then howling
John hit him again on the neck and said "LOUDE!
Dog, living up to his namesake, frantically woofed and barked, running around in the sand on all fours. John seemed happy with this and seized the boy under the stomach. He sharply ordered his other son to follow and they
disappeared inside.
Before he left Michael shat me a big grin, the same smile he'd given when he said everything would be alright
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for a long time i didnt see them
i told my father about what happened and he said he'd talked to John about his drinking but that was all he could
'you cant tell people what's good far them” he said
i saw Michael a couple more times, killing lizards behind my caravan. we exchanged but nothing more.
then i saw him one more time, a few days later, on one of the hottest days i remember. he looked really satisfied and was strutting around the caravan lot whistling to himself, when i approached i saw that he was holding a small
blade, glinting with fresh redness
“killing lizards?" i asked tentatively
he winked, grinned big and said
"just making some final adjustments’
and he walked off, as he did so i heard a slow awful moan fron behind their caravan. it was the guttural wail of an animal
but before i could reach it there was the sound of the door slamming, and twin peals of blood were left in the sand.
many weeks passed
one day, iwas поте alone when there was a knock at the door. i opened it and saw John, standing and smiling. his appearance struck an instant unease in me, but he started apologizing for the night i had
witnessed, and seemed very genuine
he talked about how his drinking was out of hand and he really shouldnt have off araund me. he wanted me to know that things were finally getting better, and wanted me to come over and see thern all
half out of fear, half out of childish naivety i followed
i really sorry
he know not to act that way
he kept saying, “but things are finally getting back to normal. its been a long road, and а hard one, but things are finally coming full circle.
i noted that now all the windows had been blacked he opened the door and shut it behind me
inside it smelt worse than ever. almast gagged at the fecal stench, the burned plastic and mincemeat. and it was hard to see too, the whole place was dimmed out through the taped up windaws. а cloud of foulsmelling steam
hung in the air. i looked down and saw Michael, casually sprawled on a mattress playing playstation, as if unaware of the changes.
he was excited to see me.
“hey man! things have gotten so much better. it's been а long road, and a hard one, but it's finally getting back to the way things were
he was grinning like he could hardly contain himself. him and his father kept exchanging sneaky smiles. i noticed he was wearing а shirt and pants many sizes too big far him.
‘who's up for a beer?" he announced
his dad jokingly responded sir, man of the house!” and bent down 10 get some cans out. michael shot а look like we were bath in on a big joke. i tried to ignore the naises coming from behind the bead curtain, but he
sensed it on me and said
‘wait tll you see it. our brand new dog
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Micheal passed through the curtain in few steps. John press a cold beer into my hand and his palm against my back pushing me through the beads and
into the taxidermy room.
The smell was all pervading. Bowls of meats lay around the floor, some visibly glistening with maggots. the buzzing off fies inta the window filled the
place
and in the comer of the room, overlooked the stuffed heads of the animals, was a kennel
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the rest was like a fever
voice was and far away as he said "out, Dog, out
John stood in the comer, pride swelling in his face
and then it was out of its kennel, one paw after the next
the brand new Dog
it was Johns best work far
the unsteady, wobbling walk was achieved thraugh two cuts to the wrists and ankles, very i remembered the blade and the draplets in the sand
his hands and feet dragged pathetically behind him as he lurched forward
а diagram of wires covered the body performing functions i could only guess at
the back was bent into the curved shane of a dog, and the head jutted forward from а neck enmeshed in chicken wire and wounds
but the face was the masterpiece
the jaws had been stretched out in a contraption looking like a mouth guatd, that sturdied itself with thick pylons in the split dawn the middle so the entire tongue was permanently flapping out, dripping
the nose had been, it seemed, flattened into shape, and the open nasal cavities were thickly coated with wetness
the ears, dragged back towards the shaulders with chicken wire were now long and pointed, stretching the whole head inta a brand new shape
the only thing that remained untouched were Dogs eyes, from which saw were bleeding streams of tears
"Good boy,” Michael was saying, kneeling 10 Dogs level, "That'sa good dog
Then he struck it on the back so that it aver.
“Stop that!” He ordered, "Dogs dant cry!”
Welltrained, Dog let out a series of woeful howls, Michael, pleased, pushed a bow! towards him, and Dog, eyes unblinking, dipped his face straight into it and lapped it up
Michael and John stood side side, the father with his hand on his sons shoulder.
"You did great, son," John said, “Everythings almost alright again. Everything will be back to normal now.
Michael nodded
low son
its time to put down the dog
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John gingerly helped his son grip the rifle steady, helping his fingers around the grip and the trigger
move
not even a (001 away from me Dag was lapping up slop, his extended snout dripping with rotten meat
i could feel the heat of his body i was so close
Michael steadied himself with the big gun, obviously nat used to its weight. he stumbled back once, his father gently helped him back up
i couldnt feel my own body anymore
only the smell, the heat the dog
‘thats it, thats it" John was saying, helping his son to aim
Michael clicked, "Came ‘ere boy!”
With horrible slowness Dog turned on his spindle legs toward his brother
‘As Michael crooned "Good, good
the most awful sound emanated inside the Dogs the gurgled sound of attempts at human speech in between half-formed barks and whimpers
as the blast exploded through the air i passed out
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‘When i came to the smell was still heavy in the air
took in the scene: a lumpen mess on the floor that once been Dog John, beaming at it, and Michael for ance strangely serious, as if something had occurred to him just too late
as i slowly began twitching my fingers, urging any sort of out of my deadened body, John placed a hand on his sons shoulder and said "Its finally over son. back to the way things were
Рога Michael looked at him, confused, Then he suddenly struck his hand hard with the butt of the gun against the wall. There was an audible crunch. My leg twitched.
John looked genuinely hurt and went to grab the gun off his boy but he yanked it out of reach.
what are you
"STOP THAT," Michael screamed, "DONT THAT”
began to inch acrass the floor, pushing my deadweight body with weak leq thrusts.
John lurched forward forcefully,
ive it to me you little cunt
there was a second blast and John fell to the ground, screaming and hollering, thick black smoke and a new, richer texture to the flesh smell wafted out. His whole foot was gone.
‘Wasting no time, Michael leapt upon him on all fours, brandishing the litle blade from eatlier. John was crying and yelling as i pushed myself out of the doorway. Working fast, Michael carved through the achilles tendan in his
left ankle, which loasened with a slight pop. John screamed again. pushed through the jangly bead curtain.
There was the sound of wrestling in the room, and mare screaming
for fucks sake stop this!”
As hobbled, half paralysed onto my knees and opened the door heard for the last time
"STOP THAT!
DOGS! DONT! TALK!
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The caravan was gone within days. My father didnt know what to believe when I tried telling him the story. was delirious fram shock and had to be taken to hospital
When my mother found out about the nights spent at hospital she flew in to take me back
spent the next seven years systematically forgetting certain things about my time with my father. managed to pick up at school after a long time spent as a suspected mute or something. Even made friends, eventually,
receive little correspondence fram my father. He at the same caravan park to this day
One day got a call fram him saying а young man had been asking for me. He was sad to hear no longer lived there. He asked leave a message, went goes as follows:
"Dear Anon,
its been 15 dog years since we last met but just wanted to let you know the old bitches still kicking, ive made some big since you last saw her.
hope everythings alright with you too.
heard of him again.