This is a tale so horrific that you may be forced to look away. I do not blame you. It is okay to vomit. It's natural. We all do it sometimes. Be forewarned, GRISLY imagery ahead.

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A young boy was walking through the woods and came across a dead body. The dead body stank profusely. By the smell of it, the body had been laying there for the better part of a week. The boy was eleven years old and curious. He covered his mouth to muffle the terrible odor and grabbed a stick. He took the stick and poked the body.

As the boy grew braver he went about kicking the body. The body was soft and lumpy. The organs either gave way and moved or were crushed under the young boy's heel.

He kept kicking and kicking and kicking. He moved his aggressions from the belly towards the face. It was a very ugly face to begin with, the man had probably died of ugly. But the boy couldn't be sure.

He kept kicking and kicking and kicking...until he got tired and walked away.

Two weeks later the police found the body. It was in an advance level of decomposition.

They put it on a gurney and hauled it back to the morgue.

The bag was unzipped and the stench filled the room.

The coroner stripped the body and put it under a lamp. Under the light the grisly appearance of the body was overwhelming, even to the coroner.

He passed out.

This is what he saw!

The End.