I'm having frequent nightmares.

There was one boy, the decapitator. He slashed open the thick throats of men and pulled everything out. He severed the heads of beautiful women, stretched the skin of their mouths back so far they had a permanent and full grimace. They were wild eyed with horror yet smiling all the same.

The floor was filling with sticky blood. One cadaver left in a bathtub began to decompose rapidly, began to bubble and burst, spilling over the edges. Green and gore and skin and hair started to fill the room. Bodies melted together in unholy union. The sound was like a boiling kettle and everything in view was angry liquid rising...

I looked down at my knife and woke up.