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When Police went to Ed Gein’s farmhouse with the hopes of finding Bernice Worden they had no idea what they would be in for.
The shed was the first area searched. Working in the dark of the night, Officer Schley lit a torch and slowly swung it around the shed.  Inside was a woman’s naked corpse hanging upside down, the body disemboweled, and the throat and head missing.  It was the body of Bernice Worden.
Next came the search of Gein’s house. The police officers waded through piles of garbage and an unfathomable amount of junk with only oil lamps to guide them. As the officers eyes adjusted, the junk began to take a recognizable form, one that was more horrific than anyone could have ever imagined.  Everywhere they looked they saw various body parts, some used as household items such as skulls made into bowls, jewelry made from human skin, lips hanging, chair seats with human skin upholstery, facial skin that was well preserved and resembled masks, a box of vulva’s among which was his mothers, painted silver. It was later determined that the body parts came from 15 different women although some parts could never be identified.  One of the most shocking items found was that of fellow officer Worden’s mother’s heart - found in a pan on the stove.
The lives of the police officers who walked through the house of horrors on that night changed forever. Gein was committed to the Waupun State Hospital for the duration of his life. It was revealed that his reasons for killing older women stemmed from his love-hate feelings for his mother.  He never admitted to his cannibalistic or necrophilia activities.  At the age of 78, Gein died of cancer and his remains were buried in his family plot in Plainfield. The property eluded evil and horrific memories for the people of Plainfield and eventually it was torched by citizens.
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Şuradaki Every weekend😊✌: We Heart It
Last night I fell asleep tangling
my own fingers in my hair and
woke up halfway through a
nightmare that you found
someone else whose demons
were easier to fight. I’ve been
walking around bent over like
a wilted daisy because I can
feel the empty space in my
chest where your tomorrows
used to live. This can’t be the
way we end. Let start over; this
time I’ll spend nights rubbing
your back. This time lets
promise to hold tighter. I just
know our story isn’t over.
anne, In the next chapter you come back (via anneisrestless) 601 notes
Last night I fell asleep tangling
my own fingers in my hair and
woke up halfway through a
nightmare that you found
someone else whose demons
were easier to fight. I’ve been
walking around bent over like
a wilted daisy because I can
feel the empty space in my
chest where your tomorrows
used to live. This can’t be the
way we end. Let start over; this
time I’ll spend nights rubbing
your back. This time lets
promise to hold tighter. I just
know our story isn’t over.
anne, In the next chapter you come back (via anneisrestless) 601 notes