The Continuous Story

It had turned cold and wet outside, the rain coming down in sheets.
Cecily had gone out without her umbrella...
With no taxi insight she resigned herself to getting very wet... until as if by a miracle...
 
A passerby with an umbrela fell to the pavement and died of a heart attack.
 
Cecily, always one to take advantage of a situation, picked up the umbrella, remembering to call the emergency services first and set of towards home.
 
"Psst, over here," a voice called to Cecily from the shadows of a narrow alley.
 
But the voice followed her down the street and whenever she looked over her shoulder, there was nobody there.
 
Cecily thought to herself, damm I shouldn't have had that double shot of whisky, now I am hearing voices.

Or maybe it had something to do with the recent electric shock treatment she had undergone.
 
(LOL. v. funny tangaloomababe.)

As she passed the neo-grecian exterior of the local museum, one of the banners outside got her attention.
 
Cecily's mind reeled; she couldn't comprehed what was happening to her and when a man in a brown overcoat appeared at the museum entrance she gasped aloud.
 
But the reality was worse than she could have anticipated.

In fact the man had no face, well nothing that resembled a face but more scars and loose skin that looked like it had been burnt in an inferno.
 
He closed the distance between them and put something in her hand, but all she could do was stare at his hell-wrought face and tremble.
 
(oh to plot thickens good one dexter)

Whilst Cecily stood motionless and in shock, the man walked of into the distance, having not uttered a single word.

Eventually Cecily looked down at what the man had placed into her hand and gasped....
 
It was a digital camera with a large LCD screen displaying what looked to be a bloody, headless corpse.
 
It was a good thing no one knew about the collection of headless corpses which were buried in her back yard. But perhaps this man -- the one who repulsed her -- somehow knew her obsession and was trying to help her get more? Perhaps, after all this time, she'd finally found a soulmate, someone who understood her fixation on headless corpses. Was this what love felt like?
 
*Stop it Leisha! You're killing me!* :D:cool::)

Deciding to take a chance, she followed him. She was intent upon learning more about him. The first thing she learned was that he could walk very fast without seeming to be in a hurry. She was truly winded when he finally stopped in front of the fire station and walked inside.
 
As the side door to the fire station opened a dozen, at least, heads of all different sizes and nationalities bounced towards her - some with fancy hats perched on top of them, some in wigs - but all screaming blue murder and revenge as their blazing eyes bored into hers.
 
She reacted instantly and twirled her umbrella before her furiously. The heads careened off the umbrella and bounced around the alley like pinballs.
 
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