NECROMANIACALLY
EXCLUSIVE


A Short Fiction
In Celebration

Of

The Fall Season

By

David A. Archer
02/15/1968


09/15/2006


I worked as a repair man for awhile in some rather prominent areas within our modern society. I won’t divulge exactly where these prominent areas were (and still are), but I am of the notion to disclose some of the more interesting occurrences I realized, within them.

I consider myself a pretty normal guy. So much so that it occurred to me one day when I was shown into one of the largest houses in the area and left to my own designs in completing the task I was hired to do, that anyone with a basic grasp of modern communications technology could stand to get some serious voyeurism accomplished.

I even thought maybe I could sell some tasty little snapshots or something.
After I had made this realization and decided to go the course of it, I went to my local electronics shop and devised a simple, though efficient surveillance set up.

Complete with low fidelity audio and a wireless connection which I could access and control from a safe distance away. The sort of things a person can purchase these days is amazing. There is no way anyone could detect the cameras or the audio retrieval system. Being that the cameras were entirely of a non responsive material and the audio was procured using normally occurring electromagnetic conductors already present in any household. The sound isn’t that good, but it is still audible.

Just to show you how successful my little ploy was, I can tell you that soon I was using paid, public satellite access to do it from home. There are some really great side band frequencies out there just waiting to be used.

I thought I was going to get some juicy nudes…. maybe some home-style “celebrity porn” as it were, and I did for the most. But it was at the beginning of the holiday season where I really found some incredible levels of success.

The type not meant for the weak hearted or squeamish.

It would seem there is a rather exclusive cult like atmosphere in regard to particular financial interests within the “socially elite,” but only within a select and very particular area of said “elite.”

At first I thought it was just in the celebrity realm… but then I started doing research on some of the faces and names I began to see participating in this rather freakish human endeavor.

I remember the first one I happened upon. It turned out to be an entire weekend filled with carnage that most can hardly imagine.

Needless to say it drew my attention. I really couldn’t see any reason to waste time with the sniveling fashion show pop star parties anymore, with their snits and whining and some laughable trip about having all of the blow they could snort, smoke or shoot. Then, pitiable in comparison, the sad displays of sneaking behind their pretend husband or wife’s back, to diddle some other sad example of celebrity in the bathroom or hall closet. Or, even as I had seen rather commonly in such circles, a quick tongue lashing from the family pet.

The freakiest thing I saw at the pop star princess “parties” was the incestuous stuff. Usually Father - daughter, Mother - son. The “standard” sibling stuff was regarded as too tame and not nearly as elite or exciting as they were meant to be.

It became more like the old cartoon reel before the feature movie used to be when I think about it next to what I had happened upon. But with less to actually watch unless one moment of phony, substance less gossip and ass kissing into another is what you call excitement.

Like I said, I watch it now just to warm up. Maybe even to find a nice little still shot to sell for some hookers and booze money. It really isn’t good for anything else unless you want to catch a good nap. You might as well be watching the poodle competition on cable.

The really mind altering stuff was definitely worlds away from the plastic ploys and “look I’m more famous than you” sort of conversations and human waste of space as they regard it.

“Mind altering” only in respect to the fact that it is seen most widely in society, as “taboo.”

They play some real hardball stuff too, I might add. Mostly in the interest of just being able to experience their own lives and explore existence without having to put up with the fashion show most people to think it is all about.

I’ve come to find out that if you aren’t part of their “mutual investment” and other financial interests, the only way to get “invited” to this yearly function is to be dead. Even if you are active in the celebrity “world,” and it is that many “celebrities” actually opt for such an invitation upon their own demise, especially and as requirement – those having been involved in their living moments.

In fact now that I recall, it is almost as if it is “especially” if you are active in the celebrity world. They just really want nothing to do with the topical waste of existence in the arrogant, useless flotsam which populate most of those areas of celebrity thinking it is a competition to get more of the “flash bulb” on the red carpet. Failing to see entirely, the potentials of self exploration and life to be lived within such opportunity as is associated with “wealth” to this degree. The absurd amount of “money” really being nothing more than an insulator, and nothing much more of importance in that respect.

Simply a means through which to fully experience their own lives beyond any trivial aspects and concerns.

Most people will immediately think that such a statement or bent means that they can buy whatever they want and how ever much of it they want, whenever they want, and do what ever they want to whom so ever that they want.

Maybe that is true enough, but in no measure was the initial intention or use of the basic ideas in which to realize human potential. Those things developed along with those other, more topical aspects of “flash bulbs” and attention from what I can tell.

The “function” itself seems to have begun with the idea of creating a financial atmosphere which could never be susceptible to hostile take over – creating a stable place in which to explore and imbibe of existence to the fullest, but then it became more the reason than the means with the generations of re-producing it, and loss of information and meaning – and of course the ever seeping of the topical wants for finance. It even branched out into other holiday themes and various other excuses to hold such a “celebration.”

In so many words, it is a freak show unsurpassed these days.

I know that you are probably thinking it is always all “Gothic” like and dark…black leather and candles, but surprisingly it is quite conventional in most aspects.

Except of course the obvious diversion from what is considered normal standards of society and human behavior, but let’s be honest here – How could a word to describe it exist, if it didn’t exist before hand?

Necrophilia. When you consider it, the fact that there is even a word to describe it lends to some sort of justifiability in participation. It can’t be all that alien to the human species if we have a word which describes it.

With the advent of that generational loss in understanding and want of recognitions, people were soon hunting within society to produce human sacrifices as toll per entry into this exclusive social club, populated quite obviously by those having received the “stamp of acceptance” by none other than their chosen “queen” – being either male or female over the years in some interest of absurdity, initially.

The offerings always had to be “fresh” though, for obvious reasons. This especially in regard to the fact that aesthetics played some part being that no one really wants to have sex with an un attractive corpse, regardless of their reasons, and then further in the usage even a single body would have to sustain at one of these functions.

Then of course is the aspect of the real “basement freaks” that then go about the task of consuming goodly portions of the used cadavers.

I know, it really creeps you out. It creeps me out, too, but I have to say that I can see the initial intentions as being somewhat tempting.

To be able to explore even the idea of existence to your personal fullest? Rather utopian in ideological leanings, but tempting all the same. And seemingly, as with all other human follies, has apparently gone incredibly awry. Into the realms even of some “gross out” competition.

Of course I shouldn’t be so judgmental. There are actually those who prefer the more mangled and even the decomposing bodies as celebratory partners. Many of them in such a preference seem to find extreme arousal in the smell of decomposing flesh. In some cases even preferring the corpse to have already been used to the degree of rotting discharge remaining in the obvious places a person could expect it.

You could posture as being of any profession within this exclusive club, though it was discovered that those posing as modern celebrities tended to fare better. At first it was thought that this was because of the fame aspect with influencing the current “queen” but it was soon found that it simply made for easier hunting in populating the “death doll” area within the yearly celebration.

You will see a coincidental time line in considering this aspect with the obvious drop in particular performer talents within the celebrity realm, and the rise in population of this exclusive club. It had just become that popular that it actually became precedent over artistic meaning and reason for notoriety.

It became so wide spread and celebrated, that people were even volunteering themselves as well as young children to become the food for carnal lusts which few ever consider much less attempt to fulfill. It grew in such proportions that soon it was even being treated as a standard convention in most cities, being that it had expounded to develop several “chapters” of members through out the world.

Who knew necrophilia was so popular? Especially among those in the more “elite” areas of society?

I have to admit, if I sit and think about it honestly there is an aspect of curiosity. I think this is as much due to my experience with death and dying from a young age as anything I have recently seen. I can definitely understand the direction from where their tendencies come…but can’t see myself ever really traversing that territory.

Like I said, it tends to creep me out.

I further then consider the aspect of human divergence from the rest of the animal kingdom within our existence. No other creatures possess the capacity to the level of human cognitive thought. In that then further, is the fact that humans are the only species which perform sexual acts purely for pleasure – besides a few monkeys which still hasn’t been determined as purely pleasureable. Why then not embrace that drastic difference and go the whole way with it? When you remove any sort of decided prejudices, there is really no reason against necrophilia. Who is to say, really?

It’s kind of like cheating I think. You don’t have to worry about anything except “getting off” in allot of respects. There doesn’t seem like any real relationship there...but then again, given the tendencies within modern society to shy away from any actual human interaction, perhaps that then becomes optimum for many if not one of the deciding factors in the apparent popular development of this activity.

People don’t seem to like other people too much, but those same people still have sexual cravings.

In some ways, it’s like “two birds with one stone.”

They get sexual partners that never complain and will always comply with whatever sexual whim happens along. No matter what it may be.

To get back to the subject at hand. Within these displays of morose passion is a definite progression.

It begins in a fervor of sorts much like the haste you can see of a crowd racing to get the best seats at a performance of some sort. But of course, the “race” here, is to get the first dibs on the best choices of dead sexual partners.

It then continues after the first several hours of flinging bodily fluids and writhing, into a series of combinations. Several living participants, and various combinations of dead ones transpiring in a blur of slow motions and movement from “partner” to “partner.”

I found it incredibly disturbing at first, then when I began to consider the visage emphatically and with some level of empathy, it escalated to a skin crawl I am hard put to explain.

Consider the act of it? The cold, lifeless body perhaps near rigor.

The eyes clouded over and empty, no response regardless what you may perform.
Have you ever felt a dead body?

That type of cold in and of itself stands alone as a form of sinister sensation. It is a cold that you can feel radiate from the corpse.

It must truly be of a substantial deviation to experience a normally heated and excited act, in such a level of menacing variance.

To gaze into lifeless and empty eyes, portraying an eternal overcast gloom while you simultaneously find climax that speaks nothing but the sensation of living?

Truly maniacal, to say the least.

I consider it and it stands to reason that as rigor recedes and decomposer sets in, that it would actually make the act more pleasurable to some degree. Perhaps more for some than others, as the body fluids begin to ooze and the flesh reaches a malleable state again, however fleeting.

I can see where it may stand to reason that a psychological attachment would arise with this particular “window” of opportunity pertaining to the optimum condition of a corpse, and the smell that must accompany it. This then contributing to the factor of arousal from what otherwise, and in most everyone else’s perspective, is an olfactory sensation connoting grave and immediate concern.

Mostly being because it is most assuredly indicative of the ever permanent state of death somewhere near as the odor permeates the nostrils in a sort of ominous warning.

I imagine there is a progression of such sensations in and of itself. From the extreme perhaps, of the faint odor of cologne or perfume- much similar to that of anyone reaching the end of the evenings activities as they crawl into bed and notice it absent mindedly in the hair of their partner – to that of putrid repugnance in the state of decomposed and rotting flesh. Revulsion so involuntary that nature itself seems to be commanding any and all living creatures not of a larvae like nature, to be gone from the area.

Again, I find my skin crawling with the prospect of those finding arousal in such aroma’s. Especially when considering several decaying bodies producing what must surely be better described as a potpourri and bouquet within their perspectives.

Laying around and oozing on the most expensive furnishings, amongst empty champagne stems and discarded bottles…perhaps even half eaten trays of canapé’s and hors d’oeuvres strangely similar to the dead bodies as they wilt away and lose their appeal while ever losing pallor and ability to tempt the appetite. Strangely dissimilar in the fact that as the bodies transition, they actually become more alluring in many ways to those bearing the tastes which require such predisposed conditions.

How would one bill to clean up after such a party?

Does one charge by the pound for removal, or perhaps simply as would a moving company now serving double duty as a hazardous waste removal service?

The danger pay must be quite nice, that I will admit. And then of course, after watching several of these excursions...

…I have to seriously consider the temptation in partaking of the leftovers. Just to see what all the rage is about.