The Old One

His name was "the old one". He sat at the bottom of the sewer and sang songs, songs nobody knew, even the oldest man in the village did not know the songs. We knew he was old, you can tell by his voice. Noboy has seen him though. Rumor has it that he has blood trickiling down his face, long fingernails, no hair, and no teeth. Last week and young man walked into the village, tall, smart, handsome, and lean. The young man heard " the old one" singing and thought he would go see him, talk to him, touch him. Little did the young man know that "the old one" is dead. The young man walked to the sewer and heard him sing. He oped the door leading the the sewer. The young man yelled "hello"? All he could hear was words of a old song. The next thing we knew was the the young man was grabbed with cold, bloody hands. Nobody has gone down there since. we still hear the old songs, we still listen to the rumors, he is still called "the old one".