September the 12th 1901, after midnight, I opened the coffin closed by 2
dowels, then, after I removed the body, I closed it and I covered it up
again with earth, like it was before.
When I came back home, I laid the corpse on loose straw. Then I indulged
myself in disgraceful practices on her. Each time I slept next to her, I
assuaged my lust. I always have done it all alone, and my father
doesn't know that I do such things.
To get into the cemetery, I climbed the North wall and I did the same when
I had to leave. Some time ago, I heard that a young woman I had noticed
earlier was seriously ill. I was pleased to hear that, and I promised
myself to have sex with her corpse.
I had to wait patiently for several days, each day and night I fantasized
over her and this always gave me a erection. When she died, I planned to
dig up her body the night following her burial.
I went to the graveyard at 8 o'clock in the evening. I took my time to
dig the body up. When she was exposed, I kissed and fondled her. I noticed
that there was no hair on her pubic area, and her breasts were small. I
satisfied my urges on this corpse, then I decided to bring it in my
home.
I did not think about the dangers I could face while doing this. It was
nearly midnight when I left the graveyard, carrying the body under my left
arm and pressing her against my face with my right arm. On my way home, I
kissed my burden and told her, 'I bring you back home, you will be
fine, I will not hurt you.
Quite luckily, I met no one. Back home, I laid down next to the corpse,
telling her, 'I love you, sweety.' I slept well. When I woke up
in the morning, I satisfied my lust once more, and before I left, I told
her, 'I'm going to work, I will come back soon. If you want
something to eat, just ask.' She did not answer, so I guessed that she
was not hungry. I even told her, 'If you're thirsty, I'll
bring you a drink.
During the day at work, I often fantasized on this young girl. At noon, I
came back to see her, and asked her if she was yearning for me. In the
morning, I went to meet her again. Until my arrest, I spent all my nights
with her, and every night, I satisfied my lust on her. In the meantime, no
other girls died. If another girl had died, I would have also brought it
home, I would have laid it next to the other one, and I would have fondled
them both. But I did not forget the severed head, and sometimes I kissed
her too.
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posted by M-Theory on Wednesday 8th March 2006, 05:00:57
Why did you not mention that the girl is supposed to be a child? rofl. i
searched for the origin of the story, wanted to see if its real and i found
this sick and disturbing place (yep even more then b0g) :D
Let me quote "Rob"(the admin of the site) himself about this
post:
Well, when the dead are dead it truly doesn't all that much
matter what the age is of the person. I've chatted with a mortician or
two that have dabbeld with dead kids.. even infants and while that remains
abhorrent to me in principle and makes me squeamish the fact of the matter
is that it doesn't matter. Besides, if a body is dead and looks
sexually attractive what difference does age make anyway? That 13 year old
could very well look like an 18 year old. If you are left alone with a body
are you going to check the age before doing anything?
I was once a man before I transformed
into this molester, freshly deceased children
You have born, torn by my raoe
The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse
I will violate
Pleasure from the dead, complete satisfaction
I open the coffin
Sick thoughts run through my head as I stare
At the dead, over and over, I can't escape
I begin the dead sex, licking her young, rotted orifice
I cum in her cold cunt, shivering with ecstasy
for nine days straight I do the same
She becomes by dead, decayed child sex slave
her neck I hack, cutting through the back
I use her mouth to eject
Here I cum, blood gushes from
bleeding black blood
her head disconnected
As I came, viciously I cut, through her
jugular vein
She's already dead, I masturbate with
her severed head
My lubrication, her decomposition
Spending my life molesting dead children
Intercourse with infants
Curing heads on top of spikes
boiling skulls
Skin sliding off of bones
Voices
The voices call
Voices
The voices are calling me
Buried dead I've spiritually infected
Call to me from beyond their graves
Bleed
I now bleed pus
I bleed, the blood of the dead
I bleed on her livid skin
Thrusting myself within
Beginning to chop through her hairless crotch
Beyond what we know as death
It haunts me everyday
I hear the voice of every child
That lies next to me decayed
A fresh corpse, to fill with my infection
Tortured before death, no orifice left unfilled
Violated after death
Virgin hole infest
Anal pore spewing cess
The sacred juice I injest
Your dead child I defile
Necropedophile
September the 12th 1901
