Turns out living with body parts isn’t as easy as it sounds. I did my best to pretend like it didn’t bother me for last the two days. I tried ignoring them, talking to them, I even sat and just stared at them for an hour or so to try and force myself to get used to them. But, I just couldn’t get past the ugliness of the pile.
They were people torn to bits and parts. Skin and meat and bone stacked and displayed in ways that shouldn’t have been. The thought of them sitting in the corner played tricks on my mind as soon as the darkness set in. I imagined them squirming around, inching their way towards me. Sleep did not come easy with that sort of thing running around in my mind.
So, I did the only thing that I could. I moved the parts to a spot behind a tree about 50 yards deep in the woods. I stacked them just as neatly as they were in the fire tower. I explained to them that it wasn’t personal. I even tried to convince them they’d enjoy the fresh air.
In the move, I discovered that not all the parts belonged to people. There were animal parts in the mix: deer, cow, pig, dog, I even found a bears head hidden in the back under a rib cage that could have belonged to a person or animal.
All the parts are out of the tower now, and I can breathe a little easier, but to be honest, I do kind of feel lonelier. I wonder if they feel lonelier without me.
This little guy paid us a visit today at the house. Apparently, the Martians are trying to figure out what we’re up to, as well. Any ideas what kind of moth this is?
I cannot tell you how much I hate the wind. After what seemed like hours and hours of trying to force myself to get some sleep, I finally dozed off. I could feel myself drifting down into a place where my brain doesn’t think about everything and nothing all at once. I was just starting to feel at ease when, BAM! I heard a noise outside on the deck of the fire tower.
I was going to let it pass and get back to my struggle with sleeping, but it came again only this time it was followed by the door of the cabin flying open. Snow shot through the doorway like smoke escaping a chimney. By the time I made it to the door, the floor was covered by the white stuff all the way to the opposite wall of the room.
I bundled up and stuck my head out the door. Looking to my right there was nothing, all I could see were the tree tops fluttering in the wind. To my left, there were two thick tree branches lying on the ice covered deck. The trees beyond the deck were doing a little more than fluttering on that side of the fire tower. They were practically bending to their limits. I heard a crack and watched as a smaller tree branch hit the railing of the deck before falling to the ground.
I was relieved that it was nothing more the wind shaking dying limbs from trees, but I was also furious that it was nothing more the wind shaking dying limbs from trees. I could have been sleeping.
Walking back to my “bedroom” corner, I noticed something on the floor that I hadn’t seen before. I’m not saying it wasn’t there before. I’m saying I didn’t notice it. It could have been there all along. It had to have been there all along. It must have been there all along.
Far from the pile of body parts, was a hand with about three inches of jagged bones extending past the blotchy, leathery skin at the wrist. I stared at it for several seconds, feeling the blood rushing through my body. My mouth went dry.
I was being silly. It was there before. There had just been too much going on to take notice of it. Plus, there was so little light in the room. I could have walked past a whole other person and not notice. I was just letting being alone in totally creepy world get to me.
I found an old broom near the row of lockers and pushed the hand over to the pile of body parts. I did my best not to look at it. I was afraid if I did I’d ruin any chances of getting sleep in the near future. The hand jammed against the other bits and pieces of people, I ran to my sleeping corner and quickly sat down, pulling my legs in tight and resting my forehead on my knees. I was hoping if I wrapped myself up tight enough I’d eventually disappear.
What I wouldn’t give to just disappear.
I’m setting aside the normal tone of the blog today to talk about a real life horror. A young nursing student by the name of Megan Sharpton was killed by blunt force trauma to the head on July 2. Her body was dumped on the side of the road and set on fire. She was 24-years-old. Her family is shattered not only by the loss, but by the fact that the person or persons who did this to Megan have not been caught. In fact, the police have virtually no leads. Can you imagine the utter anguish her mother must feel?
Her mother, Kelly Sharpton, was a high school classmate of mine. That’s one reason I’m bringing this to your attention. Megan’s body was discovered on a rural road in Franklin County, Tennessee. For those of who aren’t familiar with that area of Tennessee, Franklin County is adjacent to Coffee County. The towns of Tullahoma and Manchester are in Coffee County. Megan lived in Tullahoma.
Some of you may be surprised that Tullahoma is a real place if you’re only familiar with it through my books. I count it as my childhood home, and that is another reason I’ve taken an interest in this case. I know a lot of Oz readers and parents of Oz readers live in this general area. Megan’s family needs your help. They’ve set up a Facebook page called Peace For Megan Sharpton. They’ve started a reward fund for information that leads to the arrest of Megan’s killers. If you have any information on the case, contact the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation at 1-800-TBI-FIND.
This was a cold, despicable, cowardly act that can’t be allowed to go unpunished. The Sharpton family deserves, at the very least, closure.