The Severed Head is a scary short story about a man who jumps in front of a train. The picture below is a Halloween prop. Looks pretty real, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, it’s just a very expensive prop. If you want to buy it, it costs about $4,500.
In Japan, a man was severely depressed and decided to kill himself. Out of his mind with despair, he went to a train station and waited for the train to arrive. Just before the train pulled into the station, the man jumped off the platform as the other commuters watched in horror.
The train ran over him, tearing him limb from limb. It was a terrible and gruesome death. The people standing on the platform covered their eyes, not wanting to witness the horrible sight. Pieces of the man’s body flew left and right. His severed head was thrown through the air and landed on the platform.
The other commuters opened their eyes and saw the severed head lying there. They stared at it in horror. Suddenly, the severed head’s eyes fluttered open. It’s mouth moved and it screamed “This is not a show!”
A few years ago, I got a letter in the mail. It said I had won a chance to compete in a modeling competition. When I told my Mom about it, she said I couldn’t go. I asked her why not and she told me a story about a girl who wanted to go to a modeling competition. Her parents told her not to go, but she went anyway and she never came back. Her parents reported her missing and people searched for her, but they couldn’t find her. Then, a week later, a box came to them in the mail. It contained the girl’s head wrapped in a plastic bag.
My grandmother told me a story about how she used to love riding on this old roller coaster as a child. It was seriously frightening just to be on this thing. There were no seat belts or restraints at all and it had these big wooden stabilizing beams that went over the tracks every so often, which were quite low. If you stood up, you could easily touch these beams as you passed by. Some stupid teenagers even made a game of standing up and hitting the wooden beams with their hands. It was late one evening when my grandmother got on the roller coaster. A group of drunken sailors got onto the ride with her. She sat in one of the carts at the back because she didn’t want to be near them. Just when the roller coaster reached the fastest point of the ride, one of the sailors decided to play a game of daredevil. He stood up to see if he could sit down before one of the beams hit him. He was decapitated and his head landed in my grandmother’s cart. She never rode a roller coaster again.
One high school had an old gymnasium where, late in the evening, students would sometimes report seeing what looked like a single, ghostly hand beckoning from the window. One student saw this hand beckoning to him and innocently walked into the gymnasium. The student went missing and the next day there were two hands beckoning from the gymnasium’s window.