She felt cold. A deep seeded, bone chilling cold that soaked into the body and went straight to the core. Her limbs felt like lead, impossible to move, though they moved on their own with strength sapping shivers. Half of her body was in water, the other half in straw, mud, and blood. She was ready to shatter; if she moved she would break, the woman thought. Her fingers twitched in a desperate spasm, grasping at the mud as she tried to claw her way out of the water but it was hard going, halted quickly by a heavy chain around her leg. The stench of urine and shit filled the air along with the irony tang of blood. She kept her eyes shut tightly. She didn't want to see what caused these smells. 'Where am I? How did I get here? What happened to me?' Fear twisted and curled in her stomach as these thoughts raced through her brain.
'What happened?' There was the sound of screaming and screeching tires. Blood and asphalt. And pain. All that pain. 'What is this cold, wet, putrid place? Was I in a car crash?' She struggled to lift open her eyelids, the room was so fuzzy and blurred, black specks and dots danced in front of her vision and made her head spin. 'Brother? Where are you? Am I dead? Are you dead?'
The story which you are about to see is an account of the tragedy which befell a group of three youths, in particular Rosaline Aideen O'Murchadha and her twin brother Samuel Aegis O'Murchadha. It is all the more tragic in that they were young. But, had they lived very, very, very long lives, they could not have expected nor wished to see as much of the mad and macabre as they were to see that day. For them an idyllic summer road trip to Dallas became a nightmare. The events of that day were to lead to the discovery of one of the most bizarre crimes in the annals of American history, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
I'm in the process of updating and rewriting this story, bare with me.