Frank Burch, not his real name, remains a man of mystery. He came to Morbid Curiosity through a colleague who'd contributed to the first issue. Both of them were academics with a morbid bent. She published her story under her own name. His, no less true, required a pseudonym. He wanted to tell the experience, needed confess it to an understanding audience, but he couldn't take the chance that the indiscretions of his youth would get back to his family or jeopardize his academic career.
I knew his real name and checked him out as best as I could in the rudimentary world wide web. It helped that his openly morbid colleague vouched for him. He had the background he claimed in the story. I had no doubt that what he wrote was true.
The story he needed to get off his chest: he had assisted in making snuff films. He minced few words, which is why the video that follows below is NSFW. His allusions in the piece ranged from Charlie Chaplin to Carlos Castaneda, Irving Klaw to Orson Welles, Arabs, Illuminati, and the Great Train Robbery. Frank admitted from the start that they were making special effects pictures, in which the blood was Karo syrup and the less savory body fluids were Tame cream rinse. That makes the tale only minimally less shocking.
It's a wonderful story, extremely well told. Will McMichael of the Thrillpeddlers stepped up at the last minute to read it for me at the Hypnodrome last October. I'd never met Will before (just as I never met "Frank" in person), but he perfectly embodied the sense of an academic looking back over his adventures as a geek inside the freak show. Will researched the names, the Spanish, the German film terms, and was completely believable delivering the story. I hope you enjoy what you see.
I've turned off the embedding on this video because I didn't want it to wander unaccompanied through the internet. You can view it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IcHujJPm4qk
Keep in mind that it's really, really not safe for work.
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