*He thought he was sleep eating. He was…

just not the kind of food you'd find at Tesco.*

📍 2012 – Portland, Oregon

Meet Elliot Greene.
Normal guy. Quiet. Works in tech. Owns a house.
He’s single, has a dog, pays his taxes - y’know, boring in all the ways that usually mean you’re secretly a nightmare. 😬

But then Elliot starts noticing something… off.

• He wakes up feeling stuffed - like he’s eaten a whole-ass buffet.

• There’s blood under his fingernails almost every morning.

• The trash bin smells like iron.

• And the freezer?
  Full of vacuum-sealed meat… labelled by date, not type.
  And none of it looks like anything he remembers buying.

He assumes he’s sleepwalking.
Maybe stress-eating raw steak?
Maybe butchering supermarket rotisserie chickens in his sleep?

So naturally, he books a hypnotherapy session.

That was his second mistake.

🧠 The Hypnosis Session

The hypnotherapist - used to helping people quit smoking and remember childhood birthdays - is not ready for what she unlocks.

Within minutes, Elliot starts:

• Shaking violently

• Whispering names he doesn't remember knowing

• Describing places he’s “never been”

• Mimicking butchering motions with his hands

She pushes further.
He starts listing “recipes.”
Then, body parts.
Then, he says:

“Some of them scream for a while.”

The therapist ends the session immediately.
Calls in a psych evaluator.
But before they can even call Elliot’s emergency contact - 

He starts screaming.
Louder than human.
One word. Over and over:

“SARAH.”

🩸 Who Was Sarah?

His sister.
Reported missing 6 months prior.
No trace. No leads.
She was last seen… visiting Elliot.

When police search the house, they find:

• A jawbone buried in the backyard

• Hair in the freezer

• And a package of meat labeled “April 7 – S”

DNA confirms it:
It was Sarah.

🧊 But Elliot Still Claims He Didn’t Know

After being committed, Elliot insisted:

“I only ate what was already there.”
“I didn’t kill anyone. The food came from the fridge.”

Under further hypnosis, his voice allegedly changed.
Deeper.
Detached.
One doctor wrote:

“It was like something was speaking through him… and it enjoyed it.”

🧬 Theories?

• Dissociative Identity Disorder? Possible.

• Possession? One priest says yes.

• Deep-seated trauma? (Sarah and Elliot’s childhood was not calm…)

• A cult? Some believe he was being “fed” meat by someone else, unknowingly consuming victims.

But the meat in the freezer?
Over a dozen samples.
All human.
None identified.

🕯️ Where is Elliot now?

Still institutionalized.
Non-verbal.
Draws butchering diagrams obsessively.
One nurse swears he licks his lips every time someone says the word “family.”

The case was quietly sealed.
But whispers remain.

🖤 Moral of this meat-grinder meltdown?
Always know what’s in your freezer.
Always question the leftovers.
And if you wake up full and can’t remember eating…

You might not want to know what you’re digesting.

Would YOU check the freezer?
Or are we torching the kitchen, changing our name, and going vegan out of pure trauma?

Drop your dinner plans in the comments, you brave little carnivores 🍖