The shocking reality of the fear factory’s gruesome history is far more chilling than any horror novel. At the turn of the century the fear factory, a cement manufacturer at the time, saw many men meet their fates in twisted and unusually brutal fashion. The building would take it’s victims in the blink of an eye leaving them mauled, dismembered, burned, electrocuted or beheaded. Quickly racking up a death toll higher than most serial killers, the machinery of the fear factory seemed intent on keeping it’s gears oiled in blood. The stories outlined below highlight just a small sampling of the horrific and morbid happenings that inspire the chills you feel upon entering the walls of the Fear Factory.
In it’s early days the factory was used for the manufacturing of cement. At the time this was a very dangerous activity involving large vats of volatile boiling liquid and dangerous heavy archaic machinery. These machines of death had large grinding gears, ran at a heat that would melt human skin to the bone upon contact and these machines were nearly impossible to stop when fired up. George Howe was a man charged with maintaining a machine known as the coal crusher. One evening, George was alone in the factory oiling the crusher before shutting it down for the night. As he was reaching over the gears to apply oil deep within the crusher, the machine grabbed a hold of his sleeve and began slowly pulling him into it’s gears. George’s arm was first removed from the socket, then snapped and finally ripped from his body entirely. But he was still not free of the crushers deadly grip as his clothing was now wound deeply in it’s gears as the crusher pulled him in. The factory silenced his cries to the outside world while deep inside the belly of the beast George Howe’s entire body was eventually twisted, mangled and shredded through the gears to be spit out as nothing more than a torn and mutilated mess of bloody flesh. A victim of the coal crusher and a warning from the factory of the terror to come.
The factory’s history is littered in corpses, the last tale was a man who got eaten by the machinery but this next poor soul fell in the drink. Charles Whitner had only been working in the factory two short weeks when he met his untimely demise. As Charles attempted to navigate his way through the upper floors of the factory he could feel the heat of the boiling potash, water and chemicals below. Even from far above the heat was sweltering and the rising steam had dizzied many a man on their walk across the narrow upper floor walkways. Unfortunately for Charles the dizziness combined with a little moisture below his feet caused him to slip and fall helplessly to the boiling vat below. As he slowly slid toward the boiling water he clawed at the fiery steel side of the cylindrical vat until his fingers became burned down to the bone. At that point all he could do is scream as his burned and battered body reached the liquid and his skin slowly boiled off the bone into a gooey pile of mush at the bottom of the watery grave.