There is a man that currently roams the Canadian Prairies. This man is rumored to be headless according to the dozens of people that have witnessed his presence at night on the fields and in the bushes. He has a reputation and it is murderous one as he decapitated over twenty five people over the last two decades. The police have scoured the countryside looking for the headless man, but he continues to elude authorities. The police believe that the over two dozen witnesses are mistaken in the identity of the man claiming that he is headless. The police site the fact that the headless man could be in fact a product of mass hysteria. The police do not contest that there is a decapitator that lurks out in the prairies but they do contest that he is headless. But how could one account for all of the witnesses who claimed to see the headless man. Maybe he was wearing a mask or playing some sort of trick on the people to conceal his identity.
As for myself I have been searching for him for the last twenty years. Recently I have picked up a pattern of his whereabouts. His killings are all over the prairies but there is one area where he has been seen many times but this was an area where there had been no killing. I had been given this privileged information by a close friend of mine who was a investigator that was working on the case. He told me that this info was only known to three investigators and he did not want it leaked out to the media because it could scare off the killer if in fact he was living in the area.
During the spring summer of 2016 I spent every night travelling out into the darkness to see if the myth of the headless man was true. Then in the middle of July I found a shack deep in the bush. It was tremendously well camouflaged. The only reason why I found it was because I went into the bush to evade a skunk.
There was a light on in the shack but I couldn't see inside. I then tripped on a log and made a loud noise as I hit the ground. The light in the cabin went off and the front door opened and in the moonlight the headless man stood with meat cleaver in each hand. He stepped on the porch and scanned his surroundings. I still lay on the ground and covered my face. The skunk came towards me and tried to bite me. I screamed and the headless man came running towards me. I jumped out and started running as well. I heard him scream as he got sprayed by the skunk. I hoofed it by his shack wanting to stay concealed in the bush. I looked back at the shack where the headless man stood and just above his torso a head that hung from a tree swung slowly from side to side.
The head looked like a perfect match for his body. Suddenly I wondered if long ago he had been decapitated himself.