I was resigned to even writing this journal, and for the first two days I kept my will strong, but even the strongest of minds cannot defeat the allure of distraction from staring at the wall of a cell. This journal entry will probably be the longest of them all. There is a lot to explain about the predicament I find myself in, and the hellhole that I now seem to be imprisoned in for the foreseeable future. To start, I should let you know who I am. I used to be a lawyer. A well off, respectable lawyer, with a family, a three story house, everything a typical american would dream of having. Now, it doesn’t matter. Not a single fucking thing I had changes what’s happening now. As I type this, I am sitting on my metal chair, in my cramped metal cell. Everything around is metal, save the soft mattress. You’d be surprised how grateful a person can be. You get taken from your home, locked in this fucking cell, but hey, we have soft mattresses. I guess that’s just the cruel humor of the world. Anyway, getting on with it. The rest of the cell is just a dull, metal. However… every wall has a hole in the center, roughly three feet above the floor, about wide enough to stick your head through. Through these, we, the prisoners, can communicate. This is the only human interaction we have anymore. The strangest part.. Well, no one knows what to make of it. I have been here for three days, by my count. Every 24 hours, our cells move. We are shuffled, with new people through each hole. No one has any idea how. An automated system is my best guess. The only support I have for my idea is that our food is delivered through a hole in the ceiling, which I assume is mechanical. One of my “neighbors” theorized that this is Hell. Another said that we were being trapped by aliens and harvested for slaves once our wills broke. Everyone has a different theory. I am trying to find out more about what’s going on here. Why we were all imprisoned, if we are connected, the reasoning behind all of this. With every switch, I’m gathering more information. Spreading it. LIstening to the cell rumors, trying to figure out what’s going on. Maybe… hopefully I can see my family again.
I awoke today to the sounds of my new cellies. This is a weird batch. The alien rumor seems to have taken hold and spread through the cells. There is one person that interests me so far more than others. He claims to have been in here for over a year, the man claims to have lost track. I wouldn’t blame him. Nothing can scratch these walls; nothing we do can mark the time. This information means that there’s no telling how long this has been going on, or how long we are going to be trapped. The man… He seems to be nothing more than a shell. I barely got him to tell me how long he’d been in. I had heard from one of the first set of cellies I had that suicide was becoming a common occurrence within the cells. I wonder if I will ever see the man again, or if today will be one of his last.
The fucking smell. Lady fucking luck landed me next to the first suicider I’ve seen so far. I can’t tell what even happened. The body is so decomposed… It must have been in here for months. No telling how long before that. He.. she.. it, looks like it had it’s skull bashed in. I can’t see it through the hole, but I assume one of the walls is covered with blood. It’s probably pointless to hope, but I pray to whatever the fuck is out there that something will clean that mess up. I feel as though I’m getting sick. I can’t do this anymore.
The next switch has given me the most interesting rumor yet. A group of people called the Skinners are the subject of this rumor. It’s an interesting story. All but one of my cellies knew of this rumor. There is a supposed group of people who have managed to wriggle through the holes. They have become deformed, deranged descendants of human beings. The rumor varies, however. Two of the cellies say that there is one Skinner. The other talks of many different ones. The one thing that the rumor agrees on are the amount of fucked-up these things are. Skinners are an abomination, in the best sense of the word. It makes me laugh to think that even in the worst of conditions people are believing in something as ridiculous as the “Skinners”.
Today brings in less crazy talk. No one in the cells next to me have heard of the Skinners. We all had a good laugh about the insanity of the whole thing. The irony of it all; laughing at other’s insanity while we’re trapped in metal cells. On a different note, some of us have been theorizing that it’s near Thanksgiving. We were all given a turkey leg for dinner. It’s only been a short time since I’ve ate meat compared to some others but… I still feel as though it’s been an eternity and then that over again. Maybe our capturers are going to let us out soon. Maybe this nightmare will finally come to an end.
There hasn’t been anything to record lately. The days get longer, each minute stretches out impossibly long, each hour seems like a lifetime. I haven’t gotten a fucking step closer. Everyone in here comes from all walks of life. The homeless, the rich, the do gooders and nerdowells of the world were here. I haven’t gotten past square fucking one. There are no connections. There is no pattern, no sense. We are fucked in here. I have had an epiphany. The key to surviving in this shithole is to accept the fact that there is no hope.
There is a new rumor. One I find somewhat funny. A baby. Two horny bastards found each other and fucked through the hole. I knew that this had been going on, women and men alike giving out all kinds of sex possible through the holes. But this slut managed to get pregnant. The best part? I know it’s not a rumor. I can hear the baby cry. It’s far, far off. I’ll probably never see it, and I don’t want too. It’s annoying as shit, it must be a lot worse for those directly next to it. Personally, and don’t judge me on this, I’d strangle the fucker with its umbilical cord. This is no place for life, this is a where the reigning king is death.
There’s something strange. An empty cell. Lots of blood. The walls are nearly covered in it. I don’t know what to make of it, maybe a suicider that finally got cleaned out of his cell? The possibilities are endless. I can’t help but let my mind envision the worst scenario… What if Skinners existed? I feel like I’ve been transported back to my childhood; the nights under the blanket with the Scooby Doo flashlight, praying a ghost wouldn’t rip off the covers and take me right then and there.
I haven’t slept well lately. My mind keeps going back to the empty cells, thoughts of the Skinners. My fellow cellies have been telling me more stories of Skinners. I finally found someone who knew the story of their origin. The very first “Skinner” starved himself until he was nearly bone. He then… this story is despicable. He rubbed his body against the edges of the hole until the skin was rubbed off of his shoulders and hips, leaving bloody patches that lubricated his way through the hole. It seems as though he raped a woman. That woman’s child was mutated… Unnatural. Mutation shouldn’t occur at this rate, especially just from flesh wounds. Although, nothing about this is natural. I can almost come to believe it. Now that I’m typing it, getting it out of my head, it seems a little surreal, but all of this does too. I can’t believe what’s going on here. I don’t know how much I can take it.
Another fucking empty cell. This one was worse. I can’t tell what’s going on. The cells walls might has well of been painted red. They were stained, every inch caked in dried blood. I don’t know what happened there, I can’t bear to imagine the possibilities. My cellies, all of them, they’ve stopped talking. The switches still take place, but no one talks. Nor do I. No one has anything to say. I can’t take the silence, I can’t take this anymore. The prospect of being a suicider seems much more enticing than I ever thought imaginable.
These empty. Fucking. Cells. There’s two of them this time. What’s going on in them?! Why are they empty. There’s no way one human has that much blood. Six quarts? That must’ve taken several bodies. All dragged through the hole. I can no longer sleep. The fucking Skinners must be real. They have to be. How could this have happened?! How could there be something so evil, such an abomination existing? It’s against the nature of God. I don’t know if God even exists anymore.
I saw a flash in the hole. A red, slimy, flash. And there are droplets of blood in my room. Now I have proof. They’re fucking real. I need to find a weapon. I need something to defend myself. When that fucker comes back, I’m going to send him back to wherever the fuck it came from.
I haven’t slept in two days. I have no weapons. If it attacks I can’t defend myself. I can’t end up like those fucking rooms. My cell will be clean. There’s more blood. This time it’s coating the hole to the left of my bed. I didn’t think it real at first but it’s there. I know it is. I’m going to die here. I can hear the fuckers skitter and scratch, screech and scramble all across the floors. I know they’re coming for me. I haven’t seen a human in two days. They’re turning. They’re dying or turning, I don’t know which. I can’t fucking take this. THERE! It’s happening. The noises. The inhuman screeches. I have to do something.
Day I Don’t Fucking Know
I can’t do it. These little shits thought they’d beat me. HAHAHAH!!! As fucking if. You can’t beat me. I’m the fucking god of these cells. As far as I know I’m the only human left, the last man standing, the man undercover, behind enemy lines, fucked twice and backwards. They aren’t gonna fucking kill me. NO one kills me. I’ll end these motherfuckers. I HEAR THE SKITTERING. THEY’RE IN THE WALLS, I’LL BASH THEM OUT.
I can’t win. They left by themselves, I can’t win. It’s hopeless. There’s only one exit. They won’t take the one thing I still have. My life is mine to take.
Human Imprisonment Behaviour:
Test Subject: 5799
Subject became volatile quickly. Patient’s mind collapsed, signs of multiple personalities emerged. Evidence of self harm via headbashing. Coincides with the trend seen by other cellmates. The rumor started by our select subject, code named “The Skinners” became the object of Subject 5799’s obsession. This led the subject to self-termination after 33 days, six hours, and twenty seven minutes.
23 Comments on 'The Skinners'
This story is awesome……I think this was one of the stories I helped review and I’m glad I passed this one…it’s just suspense and madness all rolled together to form an amazing story
This is crazy just to imagine..being trapped like that after all it’s. Just a “Test”
I really liked this story, all except the ending. I believe that this had more potential than the cliche “OMG it’s a test!1!11!!!” outlook. Overall, it’s a great story.
I was really hoping he’d get to the point where he forced himself through the hole, in order to get the skinners before they got him, becoming a skinner himself.
This seriously reminded me of “The Cube” which is one of my favorite movies.
Needless to say, I loved it.
Great story except for the ending. Boooooo ending overall great.
Awesome!!! Best ive read on here so far!!!
That was great. The ending was not that bad, in my opinion. And overall really interesting.
Well, it’s a very good pasta, I wish more would of come of the ending though. Also, there were too many curse words in it for me to focus in the story, but after that, 9/10 breads!
A personal account from the CUBE.
Awesome story … loved it
Well twisted and deranged..great read
My only question, why did he have access to a computer?
thanks for the comments guys. i wrote this a long time ago and am just now revisiting it to gain inspiration for writing a new story. the comments about the ending were helpful, i wrote it that way because that’s what would’ve scared me the most. i appreciate all the constructive criticism!
I wish it was longer! Awesome pasta. 5/5
Also reminded me of The Cube. The idea of the pointlessness of being trapped is intriguing.
That one kept me guessing! I had no clue what was happening and the way you wrote his descent into madness was outstanding!
Cool. I like it, but I expected a different ending.
You stole the entire concept and content of this story from an old 4chan post. http://media.moddb.com/images/groups/1/3/2933/pNGM2v0.png
Scroll down to the section titled “The Skinnies”.
i seriously loved this so much! it kept me interested and i liked the fact that you could see in her words how quickly her sanity was crumbling. definitely will read again at some point. keep up the good work!
Great overall, but where was he typing the story? I think it would be better if he was writing it instead. 5/5
Nice tale! Well done! Thanks for sharing.