Jeffery Dahmer killed me

I was eleven when my brother never came home. After he didn’t come home for a couple months I finally allowed myself to take in the facts that he was probably dead. I loved and missed my brother. I often wonder what happened. I wonder if I’m overlooking clues to what happened or where he may be if he is somewhere out there alive. Although I don’t think he is alive, I still have hope. Or maybe I should call it wishful thinking. My brother had been missing/gone/dead for three years when this guy named Jeffery came up to me and said “I remember your brother“.

He had an odd look on his face that made me suspicious. I tried to tear my eyes away from him but it was impossible I was too interested in what he had said. My brother’s name had just come out of this stranger’s mouth. As I stared at him puzzlingly he cocked his head to the side and said “what is it pretty boy, did I hit a sore spot?” I shook my head telling myself this man was just trying to get to me. “How do you know my brother “I asked in a practical growl? He replied,” Follow me and you shall see”

As he opened the door to his apartment I smelled a smell that I won’t ever be able to forget. It was awful. It smelled like something was rotting. I slowly took a scared step forward as he motioned for me to walk ahead of him. I was going against all my senses. I knew I should try and run but I had to know how this man knew my brother. As I took another step forward I heard the door lock and I knew I was in for trouble.
As my eyes darted around the room looking for an exit I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. In what looked like his bedroom, were at least a hundred pictures on his walls. I couldn’t tell what they were of but they were gruesome. They had bloody scenes in them. I took a jagged breath and turned around to face this odd man. He was so close to me I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He looked at me and said “now where were we”? “You were going to show me how you knew my brother” I said.

He leads me into this room that had heads, legs, arms, and so much more in it. I was about throw up but somehow stopped myself. He walked over to this box and shook it. I knew it was bones. He looked at me and said “Are you interested”? All I could manage was a tiny shake of the head and I knew what would come out of his mouth next.” He opens the box and pulls out what look to be an arm. I gulp as he says the next few words. “This is your brother’s arm”. He pulls out another part. “This is his teeth”. As I fall apart inside I stay composed on the outside. He pulls out a leg then another arm and another leg. I start to lose all composure I had left. He dumps the rest of the box out on the table. Then he pulls me in a hug. And whispers in my ear “you’re next”. I thrash and scream trying to get away but he was stronger and much bigger.

He drugs me then sexually assaults me. And somehow I make it out of the house though. I was found on the street, wandering naked. Two young women from the neighborhood found me and called 911.Dahmer came running down the street trying to get me from the women but they kept me for the officers. Dahmer told the officers that I was his 19-year-old boyfriend, and that we had an argument while drinking. Against the of two women’s will who had called 911, who insisted that he was a child and couldn't speak English, the officers turned me over to Dahmer. Dahmer took me back to his apartment and killed me then put me in the acid and later dismembered me. The exact same way as my brother.