Stretched

Author: Ukari

To say here is far, and to call yonder nearby. Stories on the edge of the every day, strange tales you may or may not be moved by. Strange, curious, fantastic stories told by me, you, him and her. There are many stories but they’re all concluded within a single page, each story around 200 to 1200 characters in length, a short story collection you can easily read. Please enjoy them. Updated every Saturday at 6pm.

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They man they found hanging was responsible for the death of six girls. Perhaps feeling that the police were hot on his heels and there was no escape, he took his own life. As unfortunate as it is for the victims, it’s a common story. But the body of the man that came in for his autopsy was far from common.

His neck was strangely stretched. Just his neck. Not just the skin, but the muscle fibres and nerves as well. All of it. No doubt his neckbones had also been pulled apart into pieces. They must have had trouble getting him onto the stretcher. He came in with his strange neck piled on top of his shoulders.

Dead bodies weren’t a new sight for me, but I unconsciously swallowed. Just how strong did you have to be to cause something like that?

“Ah, it’s normal he’d look like that.”

I heard a mutter through my fear. It was the head detective. Getting on in years, the sharpness in his eyes showed no decline. He was the epitome of the word “veteran.”

Perhaps he noticed the questions forming on my face because his line of sight moved to the man’s thighs.

“Six of them were hanging off hi, after all. Of course he’d stretch out.”

 

Original Japanese

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