The Texas Chainsaw Madman

## The Texas Chainsaw Madman by Scared Senseless TV

(Leatherface was created by Tobe Hooper and Kim Henkel.)

The story you about to read is an account of an alleged face-to-face confrontation with a Texas legend, a legend that began in 1973.

After a series of violent murders on the night of July 27, 1979, Ryan and Alan Harlem were making the journey to Austin, Texas to visit family, having no idea what horrific experience awaited them. Similar alleged encounters surfaced in the years before and after these events, and they all described the same thing: a large man with a chainsaw, otherwise known as Leatherface or the Texas chainsaw madman.

This is Ryan and Alan's story, and it's not for the faint of heart.

So, I wasn't sure whether or not I'd share this story, but I feel like it's my responsibility to let people know what I experienced the last time I was in Texas. Me and my brother Alan were making the trip to Austin in our minivan to visit our parents, who were gonna be celebrating their 35th wedding anniversary. We didn't visit much, due to our dad not being supportive of us moving away.

It had been a few years since either of us had spoken to him, so Alan and I decided to extend an olive branch by making this trip. I didn't know whether he'd be happy to see us or disappointed. Still, I had to know for sure if we could repair our relationship. Mom had been trying to get us all in the same room together for years, but I always had some kind of excuse to wiggle my way out of the situation. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I missed my dad, and I wanted him to be part of my life. I had been driving for hours down a straight road in the middle of nowhere. By the time 1am rolled around, we had arrived in Texas, but we were at least another few hours away from our parents' place.

I was absolutely exhausted. I asked Alan if he could take the wheel while I got some sleep. He said no and told me to just pull up on the side of the road for the night. Normally, I wouldn't have agreed to this, but there was no way I could continue driving in the fatigued state I was in. So, I pulled over on the side of the road and tried to get some sleep. I woke up about two hours later. Alan was still fast asleep. I desperately needed to take a leak, so I left the minivan and walked into the big ominous field in front of me. A disgusting smell started to fill my nose. I had never smelled anything so vile in my life. Initially, I thought it was a dead animal not too far from me, which seemed plausible.

I finished taking a leak and began taking notice of my surroundings. There was nothing but grass and a decent amount of darkness, which I'll admit, creeped me out a little bit. I was about to turn around and head back to the van, but then I noticed something. It was pretty dark, so I wasn't certain, but it looked like a person laying in the grass about three feet away from me. Concerned, I walked over. With each step, that horrific smell I noticed minutes earlier got stronger. It was hard to breathe I edged towards the person, asking if they were ok. I gagged, as I realized that what I was looking at was a decomposing body. The body was of a woman who wasn't wearing any clothes. Her arms had been amputated from her body and her entire face had been removed. It was a sight that no human being should ever see. I backed away from the corpse, as my entire body shook with fear.

Then, I heard a noise. It almost sounded like someone grunting. I looked further ahead into the field. Standing next to a tree, was a large man holding a chainsaw. My heart sank into my chest. He slowly took two steps forward, which showed me he was wearing some kind of mask. A sickly feeling started to plague my stomach, as I realized that it *wasn't* a mask but, in fact, a woman's face. It was the most terrifying visual I had ever seen in my life. The man started up his chainsaw and began charging towards me. I ran with all the energy I had back to the minivan. I got in and started looking for the key, but I couldn't find it. I woke Alan up from his sleep and asked him where the key was. He said he didn't know. He then looked out of his window and saw the large man getting closer to the minivan.

Alan yelled at me, asking what was going on. I told him to shut up and help me find the key. Luckily, I looked down at the gas pedal and there I found it. I picked the key up and put it in the ignition. As I turned the key, the man threw his chainsaw at the passenger side window with unnatural force, shattering it in the process. His large hands grabbed onto Alan and tried to pull him out of the minivan. I reached under the driver's seat and grabbed a wrench. I hit the man in the head with it at least five times. The fifth blow finally made him let go of Alan, I then instantly put my foot on the gas and drove away at the highest possible speed. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw the man standing in the middle of the road, watching the minivan drive away, as blood from underneath the woman's face poured down his neck.

That image has been burning a hole in my mind ever since. I escaped unharmed, whereas Alan only had a few minor bruises on his left arm. When the cops searched the area, they didn't find the woman's body but the stench of death that engulfed the field was undeniable. The chainsaw madman is a famous legend in Texas. I wasn't the first and definitely won't be the last to claim that I had encountered him. A large portion of people thought that Alan and I made the story up to get some kind of notoriety. Even the cops seemed to have some doubt. What me and Alan experienced that night was very much real. Believe it, don't believe it, it's entirely up to you. The whole point of me telling this story is so that nobody has to go through what me and my brother did, all those years ago. Sometimes when I'm lying in my bed, I find myself wondering what could have been. What if I hadn't pulled over on the side of the road that night? What if I hadn't spotted the man with the chainsaw? Would I still be here today? Would Alan? Who knows?

I'm just thankful every day that me and my brother made it out of there alive.