Fleischer Farms
Middleton, OH
June 6, 1995
12:20 A.M.

As part of his usual nightly rounds at Fleischer Farms, security guard Jeb Bundy entered a barn containing a sea of live bovine flesh. It was one of several that held hundreds of cows in small pens on the land owned by Fleischer Farms, just a few miles outside of Middleton, Ohio.

Bundy preferred the dark, where he could hide more easily from potential enemies. Much to the consternation of the plant supervisor, Bundy ignored his flashlight and insisted on using night-vision goggles he had purchased a few years before. They served Bundy well in viewing objects obscured by the dark, though he never found anything suspicious in all his time using them.

The guard could hear mooing at the other end of the barn. It sounded more agitated than he had become accustomed to hearing most nights. For Bundy, it offered the perfect opportunity to put his night-vision goggles to good use. Perhaps he could stealthily capture the culprit disturbing the cattle, and maybe justify their use to the same people who had laughed at him.

As he progressed to the other end of the barn, Bundy spotted a pile of clothes. Mustn't be an animal, then, Bundy thought, walking towards the pile. He found a black t-shirt, a pair of black Levi's, black bra, and black panties. Turning the backside of the jeans towards him and reading the label, he smiled. Size 6. Maybe I'll let her off with a "lesson." He figured that the culprit might be a young woman, possibly from the University of Dayton or Wright State. Maybe a sorority girl doing something on a dare, or some radical feminist vegetarian trying to make a statement by locking herself in a pen.

Moving stealthily onward, he began to hear an even more agitated animal sound amid the distressed mooing. Following the noise, he walked towards a pen near the entrance at the other side of the barn.

Bundy got within 30 feet of the sound. Turning that direction, he observed within the eerie green light of his goggles a tableau that sent a massive shock through his body: a cow crumpled on the ground, its eyes wide open and blood spurting from its neck. Next to it, a naked woman with long black hair lay covered in blood. She turned towards Bundy and glared at him with almost catlike eyes, the pupils seeming to shine white. Her mouth opened wide, the blood of the cow dripping from her teeth.

As Bundy heard the woman hiss, his chest started to thump rapidly. His right foot spun into the ground as he lifted his left leg, beginning a frantic sprint to the other side of the barn. After darting several yards, he heard soft but rapid footfalls behind him. Bundy's adrenaline, lungs, heart, and blood worked together to push him further from danger, but he could not outpace his pursuer, getting closer, closer, closer...

Just as quickly as the footfalls began, they stopped. Bundy stopped and looked around. It seemed as though the woman had disappeared, leaving a terrible stillness over the barn. With no sign of her, Bundy could only see the cows disturbed from their slumber.

They were all looking upward.

As Bundy followed the cows' cue, a heavy object hit his torso and knocked him to the ground. His night goggles flew off, something forcing him on his back and straddling him. He caught a brief glimpse of a woman's naked silhouette, a dark halo of her long dark hair, and the glowing green slits of her eyes.

After the woman pinned Bundy's arms to his side, she lowered herself on him. Dark hair fell over his face, a few strands descending into his throat. Bundy screamed as a piercing sensation spread from his jugular vein to the rest of his body.

Within a few moments, the nature of his screams changed, the initial agony subsiding as waves of the most profound ecstasy began to pulsate through his body. Nothing mattered to Bundy, who began losing consciousness as his blood kept spurting into the woman's mouth.