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Extremely suspect things you find yourself googling: "Short story taxidermist murder skins and wears victim".
For the record, I was looking for a short story I vaguely remembered reading in school, about a taxidermist who murders another, skins him and turns the skin into a person suit in a panic, masquerades as his victim for ages until the skin fuses with his and he can’t take it off, and then gets arrested for his own murder when they find his victim’s bones and think they’re his since the actual victim is still clearly alive and walking around. Since, you know, he’s wearing the man as a suit. So he ends up being done for his own murder, and finding an odd sort of satisfaction in it since it’s the man he killed that history will call the murderer.
As it turns out, I did not in fact dream this story up, as I’d half worried I had. It’s a story called either “Two In One” or “Two Into One”, it’s by Flann O'Brien, written in 1954, and it does in fact exist. And apparently we read it in school. Because why not.
You know, I’m really not surprised at this point that I turned out a little ghoulish in the end. Heh.
For the record, I was looking for a short story I vaguely remembered reading in school, about a taxidermist who murders another, skins him and turns the skin into a person suit in a panic, masquerades as his victim for ages until the skin fuses with his and he can’t take it off, and then gets arrested for his own murder when they find his victim’s bones and think they’re his since the actual victim is still clearly alive and walking around. Since, you know, he’s wearing the man as a suit. So he ends up being done for his own murder, and finding an odd sort of satisfaction in it since it’s the man he killed that history will call the murderer.
As it turns out, I did not in fact dream this story up, as I’d half worried I had. It’s a story called either “Two In One” or “Two Into One”, it’s by Flann O'Brien, written in 1954, and it does in fact exist. And apparently we read it in school. Because why not.
You know, I’m really not surprised at this point that I turned out a little ghoulish in the end. Heh.
