Oct. 12, 2022

SOME COLD-HARD FACTS ABOUT NECROPHILIA.

 

If you've lived all your life without knowing about NECROPHILIA, it's time you learned. You've surely heard of grave robbers who dig up the dead just to rob them of rings, watches, jewelry of any kind. The very idea of such intrusion makes me sick.

But---imagine beyond-sick people called NECROPHILES, who dig up the dead to enjoy their company--to  turn them into friends --to dress and un-dress them  AND--- to engage them in sex.

In the early eighties, I had a talk-radio show in Little Rock, Arkansas. One day I received a call from a newspaper reporter/friend, asking if I wanted to join him at a Trailer Park outside North Little Rock to experience an exclusive story-in-the-making. Of course, loving adventure, I quickly said "yes."

No one, not even the toughest among us, can prepare for the sight of dead bodies. I watched an old metal trailer door being ripped from its hinges as military police took possess of a crime scene.

Inside were the long-dead bodies of three women who, at the time of their deaths, were 17 years, 25 years, and forty-one years of age. The most-recent victim to be "unearthed" was a seventeen year old who had been buried just ten months earlier. The twenty five year-old-female had been in her grave for five years before her long sleep was interrupted and she was moved to this old, creepy trailer.

 Inside, two of the women were lying naked on a bare mattress in the small trailer's only bedroom. The youngest woman was lying on her back in the bathtub. Her hair was wet, like it had recently been washed. Probably most bizarre to me--the woman's eyes were open. The trailer's kitchen cabinets were crowded--not with food--but with boxes of condoms, bras and panties, nightgowns--even makeup and nail polish.

 No one knew for certain how long the airman from the nearby Jacksonville Air Force Base had practiced his cold and deadly obsession with lifeless-playmates. Records showed he'd rented the Trailer more than 3 years earlier.  Apparently, none of the Trailer Park residents suspected anything strange about his comings and goings--not even his wife or two children.  Yes, he had a regular family, in another community, where he was considered a good husband, father, and a service man with a flawless military record but----

I was hooked. I'd never experienced life at its creepiest/craziest and I needed answers. Several days later, I introduced Necrophilia on my talk show.  I chose to educate the public about the word and its meaning ---while carefully avoiding details of my recent encounter.   Suddenly, the Station’s Manager was bombarded with attorneys’ phone calls--- demanding I change the subject---immediately.  It was clear I'd touched on classified information that the military deemed off-limits to the public.

I followed the case closely, wanting to know more about the airman, his family, and his eventual punishment. But, in spite of our persistence, neither my reporter-friend nor I were able to "dig up" any more information.   We only learned the trailer had simply “disappeared” from the trailer park one night and no one seemed to know who took it or where it went.  We were told—by an un-named Funeral Home Director-- that the female victims were, once again, laid-to-rest, but in undisclosed locations.  

Years ago, as a married woman, I always resented being awakened from a peaceful sleep—for “love making.”  Being a dutiful wife, I seldom refused but afterward-- I remember just lying there--feeling dead inside.

So-- to guarantee my eternal rest and uninterrupted sleep--I've elected to be cremated.

Simply, Sally