I was taking a walk outside bathing in the beams of moonlight that pierced through the acres of trees along the highway. I was trying to forget that my girlfriend left me, I took out my pack of cigarettes to find I only had one left. I threw the pack in the grass and fumbled through my pockets for my lighter. I've been feeling woozy lately and had a bad migraine all day. Wasn't in the best of moods since my, now ex, girlfriend wouldn't answer my calls so I needed the cigarette to calm myself and relax. As luck would have it, my lighter was empty. Great.
My frustration grew til I came to an intersection in the road and heard people talking. I noticed they were teens, dressed in black. The way the two guys had their arms around the two girls I could gather that they were dating. I walked up to them and asked if they had a lighter, thankfully they did. They were smoking and taking sips from a single bottle of vodka that they probably stole from their parents. How cliché. I thanked them then went on my way. I got no more than ten steps into my journey when they called me back.
They asked if I had heard the story of the train tracks, to which I replied I hadn't. We casually walked back in the direction I was going as they proceeded to tell me the tale of the train tracks. Apparently, 5 years ago there was a murder where the road meets the tracks. Some guy was with his girlfriend walking home from the bar a few blocks down and a man pulled over to talk to them. The man was wanted for being a suspect in numerous murders and rapes but he would constantly travel so they hadn't caught him. He has since been caught and awaits his death sentence after confessing to the press. When he pulled over he tried to snatch the girlfriend and throw her in his car. The boyfriend was very drunk but tried to fight him off to save his girlfriend but the man stabbed him in the stomach. The car drove off with his screaming girlfriend in the back. The boyfriend fell over with his head laying on the tracks. Some time later the train came by and decapitated him.
Legend has it on the anniversary of that night people have seen the boyfriend frantic and drunk looking for his head in attempt to save his girlfriend. And that's what these teens were here for. How morbid. These teens are looking for a cheap thrill chasing a fairy tale for excitement.
Just as they finished the story we stop at the exact spot the death happened. They start taking pictures of the area to see if anything fun developed. They took pictures of old iodized orange blood stains on the rusted tracks. They followed a little trail then stopped. They gathered in the same area and stopped talking. I was curious so I walked over to them. They looked up at me and I could tell they found something frightening. Especially for people that came out here specifically to find something.
They looked me in my eyes and didn't say anything. They backed away from me slowly, then ran. Why would they run away? What did they see? I called for them to stop and glanced over to what they were looking at. It was a head. A severed human head. My stomach twisted in knots then I vomited. As I wiped my mouth on my sleeve, a breeze opened the trees and more moonlight shined through. It was only then that I noticed it. The horrifying truth. It was my head.
