November 4, 1993

Many years ago my brother Sam told me about this one story that I could never forget.  It was about this man who made a bunk bed for his sons.  When he finished the bunk bed he slept on it to see if it was sturdy.  When we awoke from his sleeping, it was still dark.  He looked at his watch and it said 10:00 am.  He walked around the house but saw no one.  But he could hear the voices of his family.  He went into the basement while following a trail of blood.  He went into the furnace area and saw a blood stained bag. He opened the bag. Inside he saw his family, but they were in a bunch of pieces. He heard a growl.  It was his stomach.  He grabbed the bag and took it upstairs.  He turned on the over.  He threw the bag in and waited.  After one hour he pulled the bag out, dumped the body parts on the table and ate up.