Two Heads Are Better Than None

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Every night since I was a little boy I had the same dream. I seem to be on a date with a beautiful girl about 12 years old named Katie.

We are at a fair and we are hanging out with friends going on rides, eating too much cotton candy and being swindled on the midway. She is smiling at me in a shy way and calling me Rick; that part is strange as my name is Peter.

Then the dream changes and we seem to be in an isolated forest kissing tentatively. I try to put my arm around her and she gets mad and starts to argue with me. I smack her and she starts to scream. I panic and grab a rock and bash it against her head many, many times until she just lies still.

Then, this is where it gets really strange. I then go where they are planting trees close to the sight of the murder and pick up a shovel and a bucket. I then use the shovel to cut off her head, put it in the bucket and take it away with me.

The last part of my dream is where I am standing at a grave sight trying not to laugh while mourners sob around me. The gravestone is a white marble angel and reads "Go Forth to Heaven Beloved Daughter, Katherine Wheeler 1956-1968" and that is when I wake up. It is a horrible dream and I feel like I am someone older, wiser and evil in it.

One summer I went to visit my grandparents and thought that I would cut though this old graveyard and there was the gravestone from my dreams! Looking older, but still the same. I was reading the inscription when I felt something brush against my leg. I looked down to see the severed head leaning against the stone. Then the angel moved and picked it up so that it was eye level with me. I don't know why I didn't run, something kept me in place.

The lips started to move and a ghostly voice said. "If you find me, you will find Rick". That is when I blacked-out. When I came to, the angel was back to its normal position and there were no heads in sight. I ran out of there as fast as I could.

Later that night I asked my grandparents about the gravestone and Katherine Wheeler. They explained that Katie was a beautiful young girl that was dating Uncle Richard at the time that she was killed. They had been on a date and got separated while attending a fair together. She was found in nearby park; she had been beaten to death and her head was severed and taken from the scene; the case was never solved. That day that Uncle Richard moved into the apartment above the garage. The only thing he took from the house besides his clothes was an old chest freezer

That night Peter went to visit his Uncle. They watched TV together on his tiny little screen and Peter asked if he had any popsicles. His uncle told him to check the freezer.

Peter wasted no time and burrowed into it. At the bottom he found something round and wrapped in butcher paper. When he removed the wrapping, staring at him was Katie's frozen severed head. He picked up the head and went into the living room.

He showed the gruesome sight to his uncle and asked why he did it.

His uncle just had a long drink of his beer and said in a calm voice, "I killed a lot of gals over the years, I kept Katie only 'cause she was so darned pretty."

Peter was dumbstruck, his uncle a serial killer who had never been caught!

Suddenly the head in his hands started to giggle and said "Rick, the girls and I want to play with you the way you played with us in the forest."

Then the entire room was suddenly filled with headless female bodies holding rocks in their decomposing arms.

His uncle screamed and tried to run, but there was just too many of them. They beat him with the rocks until he lay still and then they used a bloodstained shovel from his closet to severe his head. One of the bodies, picked up the head and vanished.

After that, all of the rotting bodies became those of the beautiful young women they were in life. Katie came forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for helping us Peter. If you look for a book, within it, it will tell you where the rest of the girls are buried. Please show that to the Police".

Then they all vanished.

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