Do you ever realized how scary it was to hear about the murders? To which the victims are mutilated until none, not even anybody of could find out who they are. Their identity, which was difficult to retrieved, because they had been battered—cut from the guts inside and out, whereas in a grotesque manner, nobody had ever could dare glance at them. It was frightening, something that could have given terrors to which one would be most afraid of. The nightmares it could have brought to which extent could deprived one from dwelling deeper unto the dreams they couldn’t withstand anymore.
Because that is what Michael felt.
The shudders were all still running at the back of his nape. He felt cold, and there’s this surreal scenario that keeps him awake, but they were vivid images of the scene
