 The original story contains content that is not safe for work and may not be suitable for all audiences. If you are an underage or overly sensitive individual, I suggest you to just click off the video. Enjoy at your own risk. Have you ever seen someone die on camera? A snuff film is a recording of the actual murder of any human being that is subsequently passed around for entertainment purposes. Suicides and accidents don't count. According to the NPA, the FCC, the FBI, and theeverloveandsnopes.com, there is no such thing as a snuff film. Yes, this includes faces of death. Anything you think might count is faked, falsified, or not made for that purpose, such as those tasteless videos you find on shock sites. This is a lie. There are, as best as anyone can tell, between 32-40 snuff films floating around out there. The earliest is a silent film on decaying nitrate celluloid, simply titled, La Mort du Fille, and bears the date of 1896. The latest, judging by the hairstyles and the presence of a, Frankie says, relaxed T-shirt, was probably made in 1983 or 84, and is on data max. The films vary in violence, but they all include seemingly ritualized sex, followed by the slaying of a girl, with dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, who appears to be around 19 years old. Every film has the exact same girl in it. Of course nobody believes in snuff films. It's just too sick to be real, right? Nobody in their right mind would actively produce evidence against them like that, let alone make money off of it. Al Goldstein, publisher of Screw Magazine, has a standing offer of one million American dollars for the one who can find a real commercially sold snuff movie. The offer has been in place for years, and nobody has claimed it. And for good reason. I mean, you don't buy a carton of cigarettes, and then sell it for half or a third of the price, do you? Besides, as far as I know, nobody has ever taken one of these films home, seeing as they aren't sold as everybody thinks. That's too much of a risk. You pay to view a screening of it. Nobody ever held a copy of these films, except of course for the few people who make money off of them. As far as I know, there are only three, all male. Actually, the only females involved in these movies are the victims. Not all movies contain rape or sex of any kind, but it's not uncommon, especially with the few starring children as victims. This all may sound a bit odd to a lot of you, but of course it does, it involves something that just can't exist, right? It is though very hard to get to attend one of these screenings. You need to be invited, and everyone who's ever been invited, has been invited by a personal male, that is not via the postal office. The letters are apparently drenched in some chemical that makes the paper dissolve after a certain amount of time outside the envelope, possibly in contact with air or light, I don't know. All I know is that these people are clever, and they take their measures. If they knew who I am, they'd surely kill me, maybe even make me into a movie star. Then I'd be shown in their little cinema. It's quite a dark place, seeing as the only lights are candles, situated around the screening room. The entrance to the snuff cinema is that of a decrepit old factory, reminiscent of a slaughterhouse. The letter would have short instructions as how to get to the screening room. The projector itself, apparently hooked to a recently bought DVD player, is powered by a car battery. I've been told they used to use a small gas engine back in the 30s. The chairs are the same old tables that were once used as slaughter benches. As soon as the screening is over, all the guests, maximum 10 or so, are threatened to leave immediately through three different exits with 30 minutes intervals. The exits are different from the entrance, as they lead to underground tunnels, probably old sewers, that lead to back alleys in different parts of the city. The crew, that is the people with the films, quickly vanish, probably through a fourth exit. If you managed to find the screening room after a screening, you wouldn't know it was ever used for anything like that. It just looks like a walk-in freezer, with white walls, meat books still in the ceiling, and of course the tables, still with obvious marks of old dried blood. There are about 120 snuff films to be viewed in just this one cinema, and there are probably more throughout the world, each categorized by victim, method of killing, whether sex is involved, and whether it takes place pre- or post-mortem, and by level of brutality. At least one film is of young blonde women, being choked to death while performing an unwilling blowjob. Another of a young child being cut open while drugged, just enough to not move, but enough to still audibly and visibly be awake. Yet another is of a man hung upside down on a meat book, then having his testicles removed with a machete, and force-fed them before he dies from blood loss. I could go on and on about these movies, as I've seen a good portion of them. Why not? I have the money for it. The goriest film I've seen, was that of a middle-aged dark-haired woman, having her hands, feet, arms and legs amputated while drugged, then sewn them crudely back on at the wrong extremities. The next cut showed her wriggle in terror, as she tried standing up on her arm-feet, until she collapsed and vomited. A door behind her opened, and a male figure swung an aluminum baseball bat at her head. On impact, the head bent, and she let out a gurgling cry before going limp and silent. The angle of the camera changed, and the man hit her head again, this time bursting it open with debris of brain matter. A crying child was then shown eating her eyes. It was the most satisfying movie I've ever made.