I want to thank Michelle from The True Book Addict and Castle Macabre for guest posting. Michelle has a true to life horror story. Warning: This story is not for the faint of heart!
In May of 2003, I ran down to my van to load the diaper bag and stroller. My sons were still upstairs and I was trying to hurry. I opened the tailgate of the van to put the stuff in and I caught a whiff of a rotten smell. I sniffed at the inside of the van, thinking it might be coming from in there, but I soon realized it wasn't. I stepped to my right where an SUV was parked and noticed the smell got stronger. I thought to myself, "I bet they left some fast food in there and it has gone off." I'm not really sure why, but I walked up to the window to confirm my theory. What I saw before me will be forever burned into my memory.
As my eyes moved from the back of the SUV toward the front, the shock of what I saw sent me staggering backward. There, in the back seat, wrapped in a blanket and shoved down behind the driver's seat, was a dead girl. I could tell she had been there for days (not just from the smell) and that she had died a violent death. The blanket was splattered with dried blood. What most horrified me was the way she looked, like she had died in terrible agony.
Of course, I screamed and then I started crying. It was then that it dawned on me how violent people can be and how their utter cruelty can end someone's life. It's something we think we know, but we really don't until we're actually confronted with the reality of a violent death. Needless to say, I was absolutely hysterical. I called the apartment office and was screaming to them that I had found a dead body (they would be the ones to call 911). Then I ran upstairs and was on the phone with my husband, screaming and crying. My sons were upstairs during all this, but it really only happened in a matter of minutes, so when I burst in the door in tears and freaking out, they started freaking out too.
When the police finally came, I was told not to leave until I was questioned. Okay, there's more horror...worrying if you'll be considered a suspect. Silly to think that, I know, but it still enters the mind. Too many episodes of CSI, I guess. So, that was my horrifying real life experience. It's terrible to have your apartment parking lot turned into a crime scene and that horrific smell lingered for days, long after the body and vehicle were removed.
It turns out that the victim was not a girl, but a small woman, and her death was drug related. She got in with some bad people and was beaten to death in front of her 13 year old daughter. So sad. I will never forget that day. Once a person sees something like that, it's very hard not to remember. What I always think about when I am remembering is that no one deserves to die like that, no matter what they've done or what kind of life they've led. I saw that day how fragile is a human life and how the violence of another human being can take that life away, just like that, and then throw the body away like garbage. Again, so very sad.
Thank you for sharing that experience and I'm sorry you had to see that. I think situations like this are exactly why we need Halloween and Horror movies/books. They are a way to deal with the real horror that surrounds us. I find it interesting that certain groups are against Halloween when there are other, valid terrors around us.