Real Flesh. Real Freak. Real F*ed Up.**
“Some people collect stamps. Ed collected skin.”

Welcome to Plainfield, Wisconsin, 1950s

A quiet town. A loner in overalls.
A run-down farmhouse that smelled like something crawled out of hell and died again.
And inside?
A graveyard of horrors that would make Leatherface blush.

☠️ Who Was Ed Gein?

A reclusive, soft-spoken man with a God complex and a mommy obsession so deep, it dug up bodies. Literally.
He idolised his dead mother so much, he tried to become her.
By wearing skin.
By building a woman suit.
By crafting his own brand of couture from corpses.

🔪 What They Found In His House…

When police raided his farmhouse in 1957, they expected a body.
What they found was a DIY project straight out of Satan’s Etsy shop:

• A chair upholstered in human flesh

• Bowls made from skulls

• A belt of nipples (yes, nipples)

• A shoebox full of you-know-whats (spoiler: they weren’t rubber)

• A face mask made of skin (move over, Hannibal)

• And yes - gloves made from actual human hands
  Because why shake hands when you can wear them?

🧠 The “Woman Suit”

Ed had been robbing graves for years, collecting body parts from middle-aged women who resembled his mother.
His goal?
To literally become her.
He’d dress in her skin. Wear her breasts. Dance by moonlight.
It wasn’t murder - it was identity theft with a scalpel.

🎬 The Legacy of Ed Gein:

You’ve met him before - you just didn’t know it was him.

• Norman Bates in Psycho?
  Mummy issues? Check.
  Murder? Check.
  Cosplaying the corpse of his mother? Big check.

• Leatherface in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre?
  Ed walked so Leatherface could sprint with a chainsaw.

• Buffalo Bill in Silence of the Lambs?
  Skin suit? Ed did it first.

🕯️ Witch Reflection:

Ed Gein wasn’t just a killer.
He was a mirror - a rotting reflection of what happens when grief festers, isolation warps, and morality dissolves into madness.

His house was his altar.
His victims?
Offerings to a god that only existed in his head… and wore his mother’s face.