Linda Campbell had her appendix removed just before her fourth birthday. She was never the same after that, a tormented mind feeding nightmares and flashbacks that she just couldn’t place. Until she discussed it with an anesthesiologist.
“I started having all these flashes,” she remembers. “The flashes were me being on the table. The flashes were of the room. The flashes were of the bright lights over me.” A man—the same one from her memory?—was there. At some point, the room went black. “And then I got to the place where I was on the table, and I just remember feeling terror,” she says. “That’s all I remember. I don’t see anything. I don’t feel anything. It’s absolute, abject terror. And the feeling that I am dying.” At that moment, Campbell realized that something had happened to her during her appendectomy, something that changed her forever. After several years of investigation, she figured it out: she had woken up on the table.
Read on. Hope no one’s having surgery any time soon. Because “anesthesia awareness” just jumped to the top of my “stuff I’m scared of” list.
No, no one asked me about it. No, I don’t have a problem with that. My images have been used in lessons and presentations and even in a book (will be published in October!), and that’s exactly what I want! I love medical and scientific history, and want to get it out there, and as far as I’m concerned, a minimal amount of credit is all I ask for. A link, or even just a name is fine.
Get the weird world of the past out there! :D
OK, this is going in one of my stories. And whatever you do, don’t hook it up backward.
Is this the guy that had about 25 corpses of women dressed up around his house including ones with voice things in them
Holy shit. what. just, what.
Please tell me Sally isn’t one of them. please
I think she might be 8I
He dressed them up as things and when the police raided they found all these bodies posed around the house. They’d been there for like years apparently 8I
I must say, I’m impressed by the bone care.
Do you have a news article or something because I don’t remember that being a part of the story at all.
This guy has ONE “body.” It is a medical display of the human skeleton. Originally she was wooden, then they were throwing it away or something, don’t remember how he obtained the core. Sally was a doll with a wooden core that he sewed a skin for, stuffed, and posed as his lover. She got an upgrade when he gained the medical skeleton.
It is not a dead person. Most of the bones are fake, I think maybe two of them are from old cadavers that again, were from the medical skeleton display. He didn’t kill someone to make her. Yes, it’s creepy. No, he didn’t kill to make Sally. Furries…
Yeah thats what I figured.
Sounded like someone went to sleep reading about Ed Gein and got lost along the way with who it was and every detail of the story.
Oh no no, they weren’t thinking of Ed Gein, they were thinking of Anatoly Moskvina, who is going to punt Gein down a rung in the necrophiliac Hall of Fame. I blogged about the whole thing, here. And yes, I initially thought that this was more of his work, until I noticed the colour-coding on the bits of the skeleton.
I’m jealous, btw. I can think of WAY better uses for a skeleton than… I don’t even know, a furry fuckdoll?
He looks a tad weird, but that may be only because he’s standing outside one of the scrap-heaps that are cemeteries in Russia. Probably looked far less odd giving lectures at the local historical society.
The thing is… this guy’s parents popped by unexpectedly, and found him with twenty-nine dead ladies in his three-room apartment. Okay, I retract that “hmm” and replace it with a full-bore “what the fuck?“ The information that he had some of the dead ladies dressed like dolls, and others dressed like teddybears, makes me upgrade that expression of shock to “what the everloving fuck?!”
Several points to ponder:
Where do you even PUT thirty people in a three-room apartment? Even if all but one of them are dead.
Didn’t the neighbours complain? Did they even notice something awry?
How long had this guy been dodging visits from his parents? “Oh, no, mum, don’t drop by now, the place is just KNEE DEEP IN DEAD LADIES IN TEDDYBEAR OUTFITS.”
Distressingly uninformative story here Impeccable post-Soviet reportage (by which I mean pictures of dead people) here
So when people came round… where did he put them?
Dude, that’s only as big as my apartment. How the hell did he fit twenty-nine dead ladies dressed as teddybears? Do I want to know?
Update! Video evidence from a shaky, shitty cameraphone (I don’t speak Russian but this probably ain’t a police evidence video, let me tell you that) shows that the place was, indeed, pretty much knee-deep in dead ladies:
Moreover! The chap had been collecting the bodies for about fifteen years, and was questioned repeatedly by the cops about the cemetery desecrations that always seemed to happen when he was around. He was never charged or even investigated after saying what amounts to “nope, wasn’t me.” (Note to self: if committing a grisly crime, do so in Russia). No word about what he did with them all that time, since apparently he was sharing his shoebox apartment WITH HIS PARENTS. They’d been at their dacha for a year, but fucking what about before that?
Further distressing details! One of the “necro-dolls” began to sing a cheerful little song when moved. Apparently the guy had stuck a motion-sensitive voice box from a toy inside it. I read this kind of thing and my will to write just dies a little- I like to think I’m a twisted horror author, but real life out-weirds me every time. More articles here and here.
ETA: now tagged so Tumblr Saviour can protect the easily-unnerved.