Another word, and you die.

Chapter four

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I dropped the trash can lid and it made contact with the concrete in a loud crash.

My hands made their way to my head, and were grabbing my hair pulling.

"Holey crap, oh my gosh-oh" I was painting. I started backing up, making my way to the porch. I bumped into something and screamed.

I turned around and controlled my screaming when I found out it was just the side of the house. Usually I'm the tough cookie and try to stay that way, but what's inside that trash can, I think I don't need to hold up to my duties.

I stepped forward and looked back into the silver trash can. Inside was a head. A freaking human head.

Blood was dripping, making small puddles of black liquid in the trash bags. Skin, flesh, veins, whatever is in a head was hanging off the neck. The lips were blue, the eyes were black and blank.

 A disgusting smell of sour milk, old hamburger meat that had been left out, and a smell of maggots. That's the best way to describe this, but still it's not even close.

The rain started to pick up, and blood was coming from under the trash can and blood was making a stream, fighting to get close to my feet. The smell with the rain was unbearable.

I bent over and started heaving. I held back my long brown hair which was clinging to my blouse from the rain. The back door swung open and my mom came threw the door with a worried look on her face and a knife. Thank baby Jesus.

"What?! Heidi Brie?! What's-what? Is that blood?" She ran down the steps and came over to me.

Tears started going down my cheeks softly, and I was hyperventilating.

I was still bent over. I couldn't breath so instead I chokingly nodded my head towards the trash can, pointing a shaking finger.

I shook my head, rain and tears pouring down my face, my chest was rising and falling sharply. I stabbed my finger back at the trash can. I feel like stomping my foot at this point. I can't think of anything, I feel like I'm in a bubble, and I have only so much oxygen left. She turned around and walked to the trash and looked over the trash can.

"Shit! Oh-Oh my g- What- Shit!" She bent over and quickly put the trash can lid on.

I felt much better with the lid on.

I stood up, stomach aching and put my hands on my head.

"Mom, who is that? Please tell me this is a joke! That isn't real, that can't be real,"

Something was banging around in our garage. I jumped and ran inside.

"Mom, mommy-come on, come on!"

She ran inside and slammed the door shut, locking it and ran to all the windows, locking, and the same with the doors. Thank god too! I peaked outside and I had butterflies in my stomach just like with the cops.

Who would do something like that? I looked at my mom, who reminded me of Summer and I when her brother and his friends were scaring us from outside, on that last Friday the thirteenth. She looked scared frantic, confused, and in a hurry. She ran passed me and threw the phone.

" Call the fucking police,"

I let my eyes widen. Holey cow! My mom never cussed! I mean, yes she used the word hell, but this! No! I stood there. Uhmm..... Is it 911? Or is that just the number in movies? Or is that the real number? Oh my gosh. I don't even know what I'm doing. There's a head in my garbage, and that means the corpse is laying around somewhere. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why do you have to think about these things Heidi?! I dialed 911 , and thankfully it started ringing.

" Hamilton emergency phone, what is your emerga-" I cut her off,

" I don't even know where to start, and I know you wont believe me, but there is a-a HEAD in my trash. A person head, as in, human, people, breathing, HEAD! We need someone here, please hurry, I don't want it there, and....there were cops here, two of them here earlier! Just tell them to turn-" I'm rambling, and I know it, but that's horrible. She cut me off.

"what is your name miss?"

" Uhmm, Heidi, Heidi Jackson, Now please! There's this banging in the freaking garage and it's really scary, and then the head, Like some Michael Myers nonsense! Hurry up! Please! Our address-"

" A head? Miss. Jackson, please we don't appreciate prank calls, if this is a real emergency I need you to calm down and give me your address, and tell me what's going on." I brought the phone away from my face. Really? I just told you that a head was in my garage and you want me to calm down? Poe-poes are the most stupidest people I've ever met in my life.

When I brought it back to my ear my mom already came around the corner yanking it out of my hand.

"165 Maple Ave. Get over here." And she hung up.

"What are you gonna do if they don't come? Mom, why is there a head in the trash? Is that what was in the box? Cause if it is, then that box was soooooo not empty like you said it was!" I was waiving my finger in the air like a prep. She grabbed my hand and held it tight.

" What were you doing outside?"

" It doesn't matter why I was outside, smart one! The only thing that freaking matters, is Why there is a fu-stupid head in the trash can! Now if you really want to waste your time, getting into MY business, then I'll tell you, but honestly I don't think it's the time!" I took a deep breath and gave her a dirty look.

She just looked at me and coughed out a laugh.

"Right now, the only 'Business' you have, is why you weren't in your room, so get your ass upstairs, because I don't think 'it's the time' for you to be down here!" She shot back.

I just looked at her, fighting back the acid that was bulding up behind my lips. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not going upstairs, if you didn't hear, were forming a morgue under my bedroom window!" I walked into the living room and looked out the window, waiting for the police.

My mom was on the phone, talking to my grandma if we could stay the night.

I just kept my eyes fixed on the driveway.

My gaze got broken, when there was loud bang from upstairs, and foot steps running above the ceiling. And then It hit me. My bedroom, was above the living room. I could hear my phone going off up stairs, my text message ringtone, and in mid ring it cut off.

Oh god