The Master's Wife

I want to tell you a story. This story is about me and the things that I have done. By the end of this story, you will understand why I am here in this place; this cold and dark place inside my head.

Two years ago today, I decided to stroll down to the park near my home. The day was so beautiful, and I didn't have to work, so off I went. I found a park bench positioned under a very old oak tree. That tree must have been at least two hundred-years old. It was much older than me. I brought along the latest copy of the newspaper and decided to catch up on what happened that week in this small little town. Not much really happens here, but I wanted to humor myself and kill some time.

I was reading a story about John Stampel allegedly killing his wife and her body had yet to be found. A shiny glint caught my eye. Out in the middle of the park, a dog was growling at something. The sun had caught the tag on his collar and thus had caught my attention. I laid the paper to the side and crossed the park to where this pooch was at. The closer I got, I realized that I didn't see anyone who might be his owner. Cautiously, I approached the dog who was still growling at a lump of something on the ground. I reached my hand out to pet the dog's head and felt something very sticky on my hand. Pulling it back, it was covered in blood. Was the dog bleeding? He didn't look like he was in pain, but I didn't know for sure. All of a sudden, my nostrils were filled with a stench that was so horrid, that I gagged violently and began to heave. The dog snatched up the mound and I could now see what it was. The human leg, minus the foot dangled in his mouth. He looked up at me and then trotted off. Of course I had to follow. What the heck was he doing with a human leg in his mouth?

The dog ran into a small gap in the boxwoods that surrounded the perimeter of the park, and I followed. The closer I got to that gap, the more my stomach felt very sick. I couldn't describe the smell that was assaulting my senses. I got down and crawled through the opening in the bushes and was bombarded with a pack of dogs. They were viciously tearing at what looked to me to be a human body. I threw up right there and startled the pack of dogs. Their eyes shone like something ethereal. I was scared stiff right in my heaving on hands and knees. They started toward me with teeth shining. I was going to be a goner if I didn't do something. I back peddled out of that place and felt the heat of the sun on my back. The dogs stayed in the shadows, almost like they were afraid to be in the sun. They sat there and stared at me, looking into my soul. I felt helpless, like any movement would send them into a feeding frenzy and I was the meal of choice. I scrambled in my pocket and grabbed my cell phone. I dialed 911 and chocked out that I was in the park and explained what I had found. Within minutes, I heard sirens and policemen running toward me. I had not moved since coming out of that dark place. I couldn't move. One officer helped me up while the other two went into the dark hole covered in a death shroud. I was escorted away into an ambulance and taken to the local hospital to be evaluated.

Now, I sit here at home, following the suggestions of the therapist that was assigned to me, to right down all the things that I am feeling. I found out that the body that those dogs were tearing at was the body of Olivia Stampel, and that her husband had killed her and those dogs belonged to the Stampel family. They were eating their master's wife.