I expressed the sheer hatred I felt for my father in fiction horror subs frequently, fantasizing about him writhing in agony as I flayed him alive in his own filth.
There is a rare but bizarre phenomenon that happens every year, mostly witnessed by professional plumbers and maintenance workers, known as “human soup”.
It happens when a person falls asleep, dies, or falls asleep and then dies, while taking a bath. Sometimes the victim is simply intoxicated and drowns. This happens in hot tubs, too, but less so; bathtub victims are generally always alone.
The extreme cases occur when a person uses a home jacuzzi device in their bathtub. If you catch it early, it looks like a zombie simmering in broth, but if a few days pass, it becomes “human soup”.
By this stage, it is toxic, and the steam from the hot water overwhelms the house. Bacteria that exist in the human biome thrive in simmering water, releasing toxic gas as the person simmers and rots, and this is not a small pot on a stove; it’s a large porcelain bathtub.
If there is a water leak, that indicates something happened, and if it's called in early enough, there’s time to get emergency services over. Overflowing tubs and sinks have also saved the lives of OD victims.
As a former plumber, it is a true nightmare to witness this. When a neighbor discovers a leak or plumbing emergency, and the presence of the indescribably horrible odor of death, that’s when I’d get nervous.
When it happens, it marks the beginning of the end for most plumbers’ careers who’ve seen it. It occurs often enough that it is now part of the curriculum at most trade schools across the US.
A portable jacuzzi device in the bathtub can slowly simmer a human until the flesh falls from the bone. The face usually comes off first and floats on top, then it slides out onto the floor if the water continues to flow.
The final time for me was that poor guy, he couldn’t have been older than 17, bolted straight up out of the tub when I was calling it in, and said, “please help me” before tumbling out of the tub in pieces.
I imagined what the world would be like if I had turned out normal, and if they’d let me out this cage once in a while.
With tears in my eyes, I said, “I know, I saw your obituary in the paper.”
It pointed to the razor in my hand and warned, “Don’t do this, wait until the dawn,” before nodding towards the man who insisted I call him "father", snoring loudly on his mold-infested recliner.
However, the way he silently enters my bedroom through the armoire is strange.
Two men in uniform kicked open the door, then they gently led me outdoors where I saw my captor in handcuffs–the woman I referred to for years as “Doctor Nurse”.
She replied, “Even a genie could not grant that wish, everyone in this house has passed on."
We asked why he’s displaying Halloween props in May and he replied, “Those aren’t ours; it’s the neighbors.”
The coroner looked at the gore, then explained to us how much flesh a person can consume from their own body before eating themselves to death.
I realized then my neighbor would not be returning when a tragically misshapen toddler ran to the open window.
It happened in the electrical room in the church basement the priest warned me about prior to my arrival, he said it was very dusty in there and please try to avoid sneezing.
She shot a menacing glance back at me and stated, “I never asked for you to be born either, and if you don’t believe me, ask your fucking father when he is released from prison in twenty years.”
Gauthier was born with the abnormality polydactyly, but the Church severed Gauthier’s hands before his execution by guillotine in 1598.