The Decapitated Head of Wilson Jones

We all know some creepy, paranormal stuff happens to people and ourselves in life. Ghosts pop out of nowhere, objects start moving by themselves, an unknown voice calls our names, and even some creepy old man tells us our future. But this event happened for real, and it's really disturbing.
I was walking home from school with my two friends, Toby and Michael. We always stop by the 99 Cents store for chips, soda, and candy. When we went inside the store, I got a weird feeling. Like something was gonna happen to me. I excused it as a trick and continued shopping.
Toby, looking all confused, said, "Yo man, what's wrong? You sick or somethin'?"
"I'm fine, thank you." I replied.
"Prop 32 is gonna fuck up California for sure."
"Why are you talking about the economy at this time?" Michael said.
"Let's continue looking for that Cheetos bag." I said.
"Alright." Came to be my reply, yet in the most depressing and awful voice I've ever said.
"Something's wrong with him, don't ya think?" Toby said.
"I really hope he gets over it. You know how pissed he gets whenever we make fun of him." Michael said.
I was getting a little uncomfortable by the conversation.
"What are you guys talking about? Me being a perv?"
Toby, looking all scared said, "No, no we're not talkin' bout' that!"
He was definitely suspicious.
"If you say so, Toby." I look at my watch to see what time it was. It was already 6:00 P.M.
"Damn! I gotta go home! Se ya later guys!" I said.
I ran out of the store and hoped in my bike. I rode straight to my house as fast as I can. When I passed by a house,
I heard a voice say, "Sttttteeeevvveeee..."
Yes, that's my name. It sounded familiar. I was too distracted by it that I almost ran over a cat. Thank god I dodged it in time. When I opened my door to the house, I saw something in the bushes. It was fucked up with sown lips and eyelids. The head was tied up like a troll doll, too.
"What the fuck?!! Who put this ugly thing in my yard?!" I noticed that I recognize the face.
It was Wilson Jones, my next door neighbor.
"Who in god's name would do this?"
My mom heard me in the front yard.
"Steve! Get in here! You got homework to do!" she yelled.
I showed her the head, which made her scream. My sister showed up and said, "Oh my god! What is that you're holding!?"
She told me to throw it away in the trash can. So I did that but when I closed the lid, the can made a faint laugh.
Just then, the police were stopping by my parking lot. I asked one of the officers what is happening.
He told me, "We came here because someone call us and told us that there is a human head in your lawn."
"Who did?" I asked.
"Your neighbor, Maria Jones."
"Wait, isn't she the daughter of Wilson? She must have been really scared."
"OK. Now, where's the head?
"I threw it in the trash."
"Little boy, you know that evidence must never be disposed of."
"Oops."
"So, where is it?"
"It's in that can.
He rushes over the can and opens the head. He gets shocked in fear.
"Was this-this thing in your lawn?!"
"Yeah."
"He looks kinda familiar. Do you know him?
"It's Maria's father."
"Good lord! There must be a serial killer on the loose! We have to contact the mayor immediately!"
He tells his fellow officers to go straight to city hall, and inform the mayor about the situation. Everyone goes there car and drive away.
My sister appeared before me and said "Well, this is one mess you've gotten yourself into."
"It's not my fault I found a creepy looking head in the bushes! Are you suggesting that I killed him?"
"It's possible. No one knows."
Just for fun, I pantsed her, looked at her underwear, and ran off to my room.
"YOU LITTLE PERV!!!" she yelled.
I locked my door and plopped into bed. I wondered about the voice who said my name when I was riding my bike. Maybe it was Wilson's ghost who was seeking revenge. I fell asleep later that day, only to be haunted by Wilson himself.
When I woke up, it was 7:00 p.m. For whatever reason, that strange feeling is back somehow, only this time it was more stronger. It made me look out my window. I saw Micheal and Toby's heads, still bleeding, floating in my pool.
I puked all over my floor. I swore that I saw a shadow running off into my gate. I grabbed my bat and headed toward the front door. It was too late. He already escaped. Could it be Jeff the Killer? It sorta looked like him...
The next morning, I woke up and checked my phone for new messages. Instead, a fucked up photo of a head popped up. It was all green, with sown lips and orange hair. It scared the shit out of me.
Wait, I hear a voice.
OH F*** IT'S JEFF!! HE'S GONNA KILL ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!
That was the last thing he said before the police arrived at his home. They found his body mutilated, and his head hanging in the ceiling fan. They noticed that it had sown lips, and it was still bleeding.
They have secured the house under tight security and warned everyone in home not to come inside or even pass by it anymore. The killer is still at large.
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