Some things are just too horrifying, I remember a story told to me by an uncle of mine, 6 young men all 19 years old driving across Germany 1944/45, they come across a wood with some huts hidden within, being curious they alighted from the truck and moved towards the encampment. They noticed no birds singing, complete silence, one large hut stood out the distance, the door was completely black, as though painted in black paint-shiny black paint, they were curious still, they moved closer for the paint seems to drip slowly and have a life of its own , as they moved closer the paint was more mobile moving in all directions, a sense of evil started to surround them , enveloping them as they moved forward clawing its way around them. When they got up to the large double door of the hut; it was covered in human fleas. My uncle said " you have never seen 6 young lads move so fast to get out of that place as we did, we ran like gazelles "
It was not what they saw , it was what they felt.