Billyman
08-17-2002, 06:01 PM
I can’t find the damn link now but I read an article the other night about another person fucked in the head. Here’s what I can remember.
Somewhere in Montana (I forgot where) an old married couple (I think in there 70’s) lived on a small ranch consisting of about 100 acres or so. They had no children or family that anyone knew of. Since they were out in the middle of nowhere (err, yeah, it’s Montana) and apparently had no family, they didn’t have any visitors for years. And I do mean years. Apparently they didn’t pay those property taxes or something and I think they said it was an IRS guy was sent to their establishment. Upon his arrival, he noticed that it didn’t look like any one had lived there for years. He looked around a bit and found nothing but a run down old shack of a house, unattended lawn, meadows, horse barns and stables. He was about to leave when he heard talking and some clanging coming from a horse barn and went to check it out. In that barn he met Otis Clemmons. Otis was feeding a horse, yup, feeding a horse or at least the horses carcass. John Raynor (the IRS guy) stood in amazement and disgust as Otis talked to the horse while throwing out fresh hay or some shit. There was nothing left but mostly bones, hair, and some sheets of loose haired skin. John had said he felt as though he was going to throw up. He stepped out of the barn to take a breath and that’s when Otis had noticed John’s presence. He just walked up to John and said something like “hi! How ya doin, what can I do fer ya”. John handed Otis a brown envelope with the tax info in it. After looking at the paper work for a second, he invited John into the house for a beverage and to sit down and talk about the information he had been handed. Once in the house, John had said the stench was almost unbearable but kept his mouth shut about it.
From what I remember, they had sat at a small table in the kitchen about the tax stuff when John “had to go” and go badly. He asked where the bathroom was and if he could use it. Otis pointed in a general direction, gave him a hint about a door on the left or something and said: “be quiet, my wife is sleeping.”
Somewhere on the trip to the bathroom, he went past a bedroom and with a quick glance noticed something a bit odd but kept going. After finishing his business he slowly crept back to the door of the room and peeked in. He was shocked in horror. Abby Clemmons was indeed in that bed but had been dead for a looooooong time. There was nothing but skeletal remains. Even worst, there was evidence that Otis was sleeping right next to her every night.
John calmly walked into the kitchen and said nothing more than “we’ll be in touch” and gave him his card. Otis is awaiting a court hearing to have him committed (if possible).
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Is that just fucked up or what? Damn I’ve got to find that link, I left a buncha shit out.
Somewhere in Montana (I forgot where) an old married couple (I think in there 70’s) lived on a small ranch consisting of about 100 acres or so. They had no children or family that anyone knew of. Since they were out in the middle of nowhere (err, yeah, it’s Montana) and apparently had no family, they didn’t have any visitors for years. And I do mean years. Apparently they didn’t pay those property taxes or something and I think they said it was an IRS guy was sent to their establishment. Upon his arrival, he noticed that it didn’t look like any one had lived there for years. He looked around a bit and found nothing but a run down old shack of a house, unattended lawn, meadows, horse barns and stables. He was about to leave when he heard talking and some clanging coming from a horse barn and went to check it out. In that barn he met Otis Clemmons. Otis was feeding a horse, yup, feeding a horse or at least the horses carcass. John Raynor (the IRS guy) stood in amazement and disgust as Otis talked to the horse while throwing out fresh hay or some shit. There was nothing left but mostly bones, hair, and some sheets of loose haired skin. John had said he felt as though he was going to throw up. He stepped out of the barn to take a breath and that’s when Otis had noticed John’s presence. He just walked up to John and said something like “hi! How ya doin, what can I do fer ya”. John handed Otis a brown envelope with the tax info in it. After looking at the paper work for a second, he invited John into the house for a beverage and to sit down and talk about the information he had been handed. Once in the house, John had said the stench was almost unbearable but kept his mouth shut about it.
From what I remember, they had sat at a small table in the kitchen about the tax stuff when John “had to go” and go badly. He asked where the bathroom was and if he could use it. Otis pointed in a general direction, gave him a hint about a door on the left or something and said: “be quiet, my wife is sleeping.”
Somewhere on the trip to the bathroom, he went past a bedroom and with a quick glance noticed something a bit odd but kept going. After finishing his business he slowly crept back to the door of the room and peeked in. He was shocked in horror. Abby Clemmons was indeed in that bed but had been dead for a looooooong time. There was nothing but skeletal remains. Even worst, there was evidence that Otis was sleeping right next to her every night.
John calmly walked into the kitchen and said nothing more than “we’ll be in touch” and gave him his card. Otis is awaiting a court hearing to have him committed (if possible).
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Is that just fucked up or what? Damn I’ve got to find that link, I left a buncha shit out.