Friday, November 18, 2011

Vintage American Horror

by Megan S.

I was on site at an archeological dig on my family's estate Monday when I came across a peculiar artifact from my childhood, a small suitcase.  Woven within the fabric of the luggage was a story so horrific, so mind-numbingly unbelievable, yet it was completely true.  I knew I must document the tale here with the hope that generations after mine will have some scant insight as to how we as a nation gleefully and fanatically embraced a true American Horror Story.

It began in the late 1970s in the heart of Appalachia.  Thousands upon thousands of rotund, happy children and newborns were being sold in black market adoptions all across the country.  Something was different about them, something sinister.  A secret lay behind their gap toothed smiles, and it was evident in their appearance.  Though the "kids," as they were often referred to, were of different ethnicities, all bore an uncanny resemblance to one another.  Their heads were perfectly spherical, as if none had passed through a birth canal.  The most disturbing fact was that each child had an identical birthmark; one that resembled a signature.  How could this be?

Mandrake root etching from the 15th century
Details began to emerge.  The children were the product of a genetic experiment.  Human DNA had been spliced, combined with the plant species Brassica oleracea, by a man named Xavier Roberts.    Instead of being carried to term, the children sprung forth from the ground.  It was as if the myths surrounding mandrake roots had become real.  More appalling, Roberts had had no formal medical or scientific training.  He claimed to be an artist by trade.

The national media turned a blind eye to the revelation that the children were hybrids.  Instead, the news covered the public's zealous demands for the children.  It seemed as if every family wanted to bring the half plant half human children home with them, no matter the cost.  Fights broke out over the kids.  The country had become crazed.

The evidence I uncovered Monday is horrific.  We as a people fully embraced this mad scientist  and the hybrid kids that were the result.  So much so that it became embedded in popular culture, and the sick tale of the genetic experiments were even portrayed on luggage.

God forgive us.

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1 comment:

  1. Ohman, I had nightmares about the one my aunt gave me. My next door neighbor buried hers in the backyard after finding it in her infant brothers crib. She hadn't placed it there, and when she found him he had scratches on his face.