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I was walking home from school. The sky was getting darker as the shadow of the clouds
loomed over me. The wind blew harder and dead leaves flew around thumping against the
grubby houses. I’ve been called to the principal office again just because I was drawing on
tables. There was a tiny pebble on the ground so I kicked it to let out my anger.
Suddenly, somewhere around the dark corners of the street, someone yelled in a deep,
booming voice.
“Hey!”
I jumped a bit and jerked my head up. An old man was sitting by the side of the street
“Oh, I am so sorry,” I said as I realized the tiny pebble had hit the old man. The old man
The man had dirt all over his face and body. He wore an old, ragged, dark blue
button-down shirt and a sweatpant. His long messy hair was shoulder length. He had a big bushy
beard that looked like they haven’t been shaved since ten years ago.
“What’s wrong? Having a bad day?” The old man asked me as I walked over to him.
“Yeah,” I murmured.
“Come here,” the old man said, then patted the old, dusty bench beside him.
I sat next to him and said, “I got called to the principal office again.”
The old man chuckled and asked, “Wanna hear a story? Stories always make me feel
butcher shop. The owner of the shop was a couple. They were very nice and everyone in the
town liked them. The husband lost his left hand when he was chopping meat once. But nobody
cared because their shop has the best meat in the whole town. One year, there was a swine fever
outbreak and people were freaking out about it. So the food hygiene department sent people to
check all the meat in the butcher shops in town. They started at the top of the street and moved
down. They were about to go into this butcher shop when suddenly, out of nowhere, the couples
ran out and blocked the people from going in. The people from the food department explained to
the couples how they have to check all their meat because of the outbreak of swine fever. The
couples still wouldn't move so they stopped trying and went home. They called the police
because they think the couples might be hiding something in their shop. The next day, the police
went to the butcher shop and the couples still wouldn’t move. The police pushed the couples out
of the way and marched in. They looked around and didn’t see anything suspicious. The police
walked past the fridge and smelled something disgusting and weird, so they opened the fridge.
“What? What did they see?”I stared at the old man curiously, urging him to go on.
“Human body parts. Human flesh, head, arms, legs, all kinds of things filling the fridge to
it’s fullest. Blood was dripping down the side of the refrigerator and some leaked out from the
edge. The policemen’s eyes went wide and their jaws dropped. Before they could react to
anything, the couples started running. The policemen caught the wife, but her husband ran away.
They put her in jail and tried to search for her husband. But they couldn’t find him. A few days
later, the policemen went back to the butcher shop and found a room behind the shop. They
opened the door and was immediately attacked by a gust of rotten stench. The room was stacked
with human flesh. There were rows and rows of hooks nailed onto the wall with human organs
hanging from then. Human bones and skulls piled up a corner of the room. In the middle of the
room was a big wooden table and on it was a dead man with a big butcher knife sticking in his
stomach.”
“The butcher shop was shut down and folks never saw the husband again. But they say he
would wander around the streets telling stories to students on their way home from school, then
suddenly snatching them and take them home. He would chop them up into pieces and send them
Just then, a gust of wind blew the old man’s long messy hair into his mouth. He raised his
That’s when I realized the old man doesn’t have a left hand.