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It began with kicking, which quickly became stabbing. In the chest, the groin, the arms, anything. Next he straddled the corpse and began tugging at the neck. Or that's what I thought he was doing. It wasn't completely clear through the shadows, and most of the view was blocked by Bugs' broad back. I only saw when he rose up. He'd cut Sammy's head off. Cut it off, and was swinging it by the hair.

And suddenly Jean had a knife and was cutting at the thin German girl, slicing into her belly and pulling out her insides. Then Cassie joined them, hunched over Zeph, working on his thighs. Étienne vomited, and within seconds the corpses were swarmed.

I was thinking about this while reading my book for English - have any of you come across books with disturbing passages? Here's one that I can think of, from the book:



Quite disturbing to read, really x_x All I can say is, I'm glad that wasn't in the movie.

Are you sure it wasn't really called 'How to kill - The gory sequel'?

At five to eleve the next morning, Mrs Winterton knocked on door seven. Mr Anderson was normally prompt in the morning and she'd left it this late thinking that he might have the day off. But, if that were the case, she would have seen him leave the house to get something to eat.
There was no reply so she took the master key from the pouch of her smock. "Mr Anderson? It's Mrs Winterton. are you okay?" There was no reply so she unlocked the door. "I'm going to open the door okay?"
Again there was no reply so she pushed the door open and screamed. On the bed was what had once been a man. It was groaning softly and glistening red in the morning light. He had no visible skin and the duvet was sodden with blood.
Martin Anderson turned his head towards the door and the back of his skull came unstuck from the pillow with a slushy sound. He looked at Mrs Winterton standing in the doorway with a shocked expression on her face and was filled with terror.
"Mra Winterton, you have to help me. I think I have speckles on my eyeballs ."
Mrs Winterton was violently sick when Martin, obviously in great agony, raised the sandpaper to his eyeballs and rubbed as vigorously as he could.

I have something really disgusting.

It's a short story by Mark West called Speckles.

ok the story is about a guy who has obsessive compulsive disorder. One day he starts seeing these speckles on his skin and tries everything possible to wash them off and ends up sandpapering his skin off to get rid of the speckles. This is the final part of the story in which the guys landlady has come to collect the rent.

I've heard of a story like that where a muderor gets blood on his hands and scrubs it so hard that he cuts himself, thus he thinks the bloody is still there and spends forever ripping his hands to shreads trying to 'get the blood off'.