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Alright to start this one off I'd just like to say that I have no idea what caused me to have a nightmare like this......And I really don't want to know. This is pretty much a descriptive version of the nightmare and some parts were a bit hazy so yeah.

What is it that drives a man to become a beast? Is it the look of fear in his victims eyes? Or perhaps the sound of blade meeting the flesh? One cannot simply ignore the primal urges within, and soon enough the creature we were made to be will rear its ugly head. For Dr. Thadeus T. Black this time would come with a undeniable blood lust. I remember the nightmare vividly on that dreary day in nineteen thirty eight. I had moved to the city for my job as a farmer was causing my family to starve. We were a poor bunch, and in that time man did what he could to survive. I first met Dr. Black when he had contacted me about my ad in the local paper. He was in need of a new assistant, and he thought that I would be the perfect person for the job. I was over joyed to even be considered for such a thing, and soon enough a deal was struck. I recall waking up that morning with a sense of pride, but it was all soon diminished when I first laid eyes on the good doctor. He was a short man, only about five three when he wasn't hunched. His hair had been falling out, and it seemed as though he had no time to groom. The glasses he wore had thick lenses, and they seemed to give him the aura of a intelligent man despite the fact that he looked absolutely mad.
“Good day Dr. Black.” I chimed in while standing on his porch in the pouring rain. “Please lad call me Mr. Black” He insisted raising his hand up to dismiss the formalities of his title. It was then that he opened his door to allow me into his home, and upon first look of the Victorian nightmare I felt faint. “We will be doing our work on the second floor lad, please remove your coat and make your way up.” He instructed in a haggard tone despite the fact that he had not been much older than myself. I did as I was told, pushing my feelings behind me to think about the family I had back home. And as I hung my coat on the rack the good doctor seemed to be studying me. “You're a stout lad.....It will be good to have you around.” He mutters letting out two small violent coughs and hunching over. I nodded to the man before excusing myself, quite glad to be away from the man. Panic still rested in my chest, but it was all held back by my desire to live. I continued on up the stairs, each one of them squeaking to indicate the hollow place beneath them. The upper level of the home had been gutted and turned into a medical facility, a few doors remained in the short hallway, but I had no desire to look about this mans home. I stood against a wall waiting for Mr. Black to return and give me a task to take my mind off of this awful place. It was then that I noticed a jar of preservatives, a faint light illuminated the work table on which they rested, and the contents of the jar looked like human eyeballs. I moved closer to examine the jar only to be interrupted by Mr. Black clearing his throat. “Here is a work coat for you lad, you'll need it if you intend on working here.” He spouted giving me the fright of my life. I took the white coat from the man and thanked him for his kind gesture. “Thank you sir.......Does this place have a morgue?” I asked curiously having already been perplexed by the jar of eyes. “Why no lad.....I ship all the bodies off of course.” Replied Mr. Black without missing a beat.
I was then taken to see to my task, he led me to a room of beds all of them filled with the sick and injured. “Check these charts, and when the day and time is correct send them up to my quarters for their last check up.” Mr. Black instructed motioning to the beds of his patients before disappearing up the stairs. Sighing I began my work, checking the charts of each patient to see who would leave and at what time they had to see the doctor. The first patient of the day was a little girl who had broken her leg, I believe her name was Sarah, and the stars in her eyes were unmistakable. I looked her chart over noticing that she was a orphan and a feeling of pity crossed over me as I approached her. She looked up at me with those bright eyes and smiled before speaking. “Good morning mister.” She beamed in a delightful voice, it was almost as if she had no cares in the world. “Good morning.” I replied with a faint smile in hopes that I would find some form of release from it. “The doctor requests one last check up before he sends you home.” I said not realizing that I had probably hurt the girls feelings by mentioning home. But Sarah stuck to her childish nature, and kept smiling even as I carried her up the stairs to a wheelchair that had been waiting. “Well goodbye mister!” She said waving before making her way into that darkened office. I waved as well unaware that, that would be the last time anyone saw Sarah alive. Letting out a heavy sigh I returned to my work having escorted two people up the stairs to see the doctor. I became curious of the fact that all of these people had nothing left, or had abandoned their families long ago. But shaking my head I dismissed this as a act of charity by Mr. Black. By mid afternoon Mr. Black emerged from his office with a delightful smile. “Say lad how about you join me for lunch?” He proposed gazing on me with abysmal eyes. I had no mind to refuse the man, and in such times you took anything you could get.
I soon found myself sitting at a dining room table that appeared to be used quite frequently. The smell of fresh cooked meat wafted around the air, and soon a beastly hunger clawed within me. It had been quite some time since I had eaten meat, and I found myself pushing my fears aside when inhaling that alluring scent. The plate set before me contained a fine cut of meat that I could not identify, but none of this seemed to matter as I savored every last bite. Mr. Black watched me carefully, and it seemed as if he found some amusement in the way I devoured the food. “Quite the healthy appetite Eh lad?” He asked before letting out a bellowing laugh that sent shivers down my spine. “I suppose the younger ones taste better though.” He adds before taking yet another bite of the meat before him. I had wanted to ask him what he meant, but the fear of the answer prevented me from doing so. “Please excuse me sir.” I said softly as I rose up from the chair in dismay. “Might I inquire where your wash room is?” I asked getting a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. “Up stairs, first door on the right.” He replied watching me leaving the dining room with ample speed. I Laid my hand on the knob of the door twisting it slowly while quivering. The room before me was pitch black, and I soon found myself searching for a light switch. I flicked the switch on to find that the room before me was no wash room, but a torture chamber filled with many odd machines. Curiosity got the better of me, and with a growing terror I set fourth to explore the room. Many body parts had been preserved in jars, and they had all been displayed vividly on shelfs around the room. But the thing that caught my eye was the chest on the far wall. I approached it cautiously laying my trembling hand on the lid and creaking the box open slowly. The first thing to overwhelm me was the stench of decay, I stopped and vomited next to the chest. As I continued I found the star crossed eyes of little Sarah staring up at me, her body had been stripped of flesh and portions of her had been cut out. She rested in a tub consisting of a liquid mix of human waste and blood, and the stench was absolutely atrocious. I vomited again slamming the box shut to prevent the sight from doing me any more damage.
“Wasn't she a pretty little girl?” Came a voice from behind me that caused me to freeze in fear. “You should know......You seemed to enjoy her flesh!” Shouted Mr. Black from behind me, his voice sadistic and vehement. “You're a mad man! Enjoying the flesh of the young like a beast!” He accused as he seemed to be getting closer and closer to me. I shuffled to my feet turning to face the short man as he fiddled with a knife. “I'm mad?!” I protested backing into a wall next to the chest. “You killed her!” I shouted looking at the man with a mix of fear and anger. Mr. Black wasted no time in charging at me with the knife in hand. I tipped over a shelf and fled into the back room once more, but their were no longer people in the beds, the entire hall was empty. I panicked rushing over to a open trap door to find a grinding machine spewing out a mixture of blood and shredded human flesh. Mr. Black approached laughing like a mad man while swinging his knife. I grew white with fear and stumbled as I ran down the stairs. My ankle had snapped, and I was now easy prey for the short man to do away with. In a final stand I pulled myself across the floor of the home pushing the door open to the kitchen to reveal the source of the grinding machine. Blood had over flowed onto the floor and I pulled myself through a sea of it attempting to find something to save my life. I hoisted myself up with the last ounce of my strength, and I franticly threw open drawers looking for my defense. The last drawer had a hand gun laying untouched at the bottom, I clutched the weapon just as Mr. Black threw open the door. He came at me with a savage scream, and the next thing herd was a single gun shot. Mr. Black dropped to the ground bleeding from a new hole put in his throat. I slid off the counter, finally releasing my breath and taking quick frantic breaths. Was my nightmare over, or had it just begun? My world went black bringing my torture to a end.

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