Short and Scary stories

Chapter 5: Creepy Stories for Halloween pt.2

There is an old story of a old man and his obsesion of heads. I don't know when it exactly when it started, but this is what I know. Enjoy my dear readers.
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The Murders that came from this story bagan when this old man was a young boy, had an obsession with heads. Not just the size, but the shape of the heads were. It was also said that he would use an axe to decapitate his victims, no matter the age of the heads or even if some were aimal heads too. Nobody knows why he would have this obsesion. But one day when he was walking around towards home when he suddenly met a young boy all by himself. He quickly thought of an idea, just by looking at the size and shape of the young boy's head, if he could have his head and place it in his wall of perfect heads then he must have it now. So he walked up to the young boy and invited him to walk with him to his home in the corner, all the dead flowers rot, across the twisted trees with blood stained grass. The clouds always hung over the house like an abandoned house. As both the old man and the young boy went inside the house, the man offered the boy some tea, the boy agreed to the tea. The man smiled and went into the kitchen to retrieve the tea and two cups. But to only poison the cup for the young boy and added the tea into the cups. The old man came back to the loving room, where the young boy was sitting in, handed the boy the poisoned cup without the boy's knowledge of the poison being there. Soon the boy began to feel his body numb and collapsed to floor, as the last thing he saw was the smile the old man gave.

Soon the old man took the young boy down to his basement, where down there were countless shelves of heads of all sorts of shapes and sizes. That also included the animal heads as well. Nobodies were around, just heads. Some were even missing some things like, eyes, mouths, teeth, noses, ear, or even sometimes missing hair.

The old man had a table with straps attached to it. That's where he places the bodies and straps them to the table, to the point where the victims couldn't escape. That's exactly what he did to the boy. He then went back up stairs went towards his closet and grabbed and old-looking axe that was used for chopping wood. But in this caseit was for chopping heads. Then he came back down to the basement and shut the door behind him. Then soon cut the poor boy's head clean off and placed it on a shelf for perfect heads to be kept. The blood flowed down the wall onto the ground, not to be cleaned as if the smell of the basement was fowl oder of rotting flesh and death in the air. One could also say that the air was so dense like a toxic fog continues to flow and stick to the room. All of those poor, sad, and innocent people brutally murdered all for one man's obsesion for heads, so perfect so wonderful to make his collection worth for centuries to come by. Now some say the old man died before anyone even knew about these murders that had happened and soon became a legend. The legend says that he's still out there wondering around looking for his new victim to decapitate and keep the head for his collection and bury the body somewhere nobody will ever find. So watch out and never walk away with some stranger, you might never know that it could be the Old Man and his Axe of Death.

~The End~