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I was looking up stuff and came across this pretty nifty site:



House of Horrors



I found this guy: Ed Gains.



Ed Gaines was the original “American psycho”. He was the person that Leatherface, Silence of the Lambs Buffalo Bill and Norman Bates from Psycho was based on.



This man was HIGHLY disturbed.



His mother enslaved his life before she finally passed. He lived in the house sealing off her room and most of the home. He only lived in two rooms of a huge farm house.



He began to be obsessed with the women’s female anatomy.



He then took to visiting cemeteries and digging up ladies for their “parts”. He wore them around the house. Just like Buffalo Bill.



A few of the local women in town came up missing. The one’s son was a deputy. They notice he was in town the day of his mother’s disappearance. So they went and checked his place. They found his mother hanging from a meat hook in the barn. Her head was missing, she was split open and things were missing from her body.



When they got inside they found, skulls made into soup bowls, skulls on his bed posts and bones holding up a table. They even found jewelry, lampshades, a chair and other things made with human skin.



They also found he was taking “parts” and wearing them. He would act like he was his mother.





The whole story is quite interesting, yet disturbing. I wonder what goes on in some one's mind like this. How can they find desire in doing what they do? How scary would it be to find out that some one within your town was doing close to what this guy was doing.



People should scare you now a days. You never know what secrets someone is hiding.

I want silence. Solitude. I want the ability to sit and listen to the deafening sounds of silence if I choose. Drown my unimpressive reality with words written in books. To live in a place where you are unknown and can walk amongst the crowd. Watching them, wondering about them. Not really wanting to know them, just making stories up in your mind. To live in a town where, if you get the desire, to put on your coat, head out and get coffee at 3 in the morning, you can do that without having to drive an obscene amount of time. Where maybe you just want to eat breakfast at a community diner where everyone knows everyone and no one knows you. Where you can divuldge in people's conversations. Then leave and keep your own life a mystery. Where maybe, just maybe, you had a few people that knew of your life, that would be enough. To the rest of the world, you would just be another faceless person. You could float freely, achieve personal greatness, and still be no one important.



I find myself growing more content on being alone. Maybe just a chit-chat online every now and again but, physically alone. Maybe the venture out with a select few people time and again. Only to not ruin my social skills and keep some what from being a social retard. Not to mention I'd dig their company for a short while.



By nature I am a reclusive person. More so now than pretty much ever before. Course there are good reasons as to why life has taken that change. Seems as though my intuition and senses failed me a time or two. Which gives the ability to trust, pretty much none existent.



There are times I wish I could start new. Start life different. Wake up somewhere different than in a place that flashes back memories that really no one should have to deal with at an early age. Things that make even the oldest of children lose their innocence. Struggling still to find their niche in the world.



When you think you've found the beginning to a "niche", it can turn quickly on you. Especially if you found it while still having the naive of not experiencing the world. People in this niche can invade your life, rape your mind, spew untruths like venom. Because they have nothing better to do. Their lives are simply to miserable to fathom. So they squirm into the misery of other's to make themselves happier.



In a solitary life, you wouldn't have to worry about that. Nor would you have to worry about betrayal. You could live your life as the faceless wonder. The person that people are intrigued with. Because they know nothing about. Where you would just be.. that.. you.