Head Over Three Feet

Author: Ukari

To say here is far, and to call yonder nearby. Stories on the edge of the every day, strange tales you may or may not be moved by. Strange, curious, fantastic stories told by me, you, him and her. There are many stories but they’re all concluded within a single page, each story around 200 to 1200 characters in length, a short story collection you can easily read. Please enjoy them. Updated every Saturday at 6pm.


I passed through the park on my way home.

My eyes caught on a nearby bird feeder. There was something on top of it that I’d never seen before. The sky was getting dark, and it seemed somewhat strange.

It was black. The top was kind of a fading skin colour. It was round, but not a ball. If it were a ball, it wouldn’t be able to sit on top of the bird feeder like that.

I tilted my head, wondering what it was, when suddenly it turned around. As it turned to look at me, there was no mistaking it. It was a dishevelled severed head.

With a brazen, hateful expression it grinned at me. It grinned, and then disappeared.

In the past, it was said that they placed the heads of criminals on a stand about three feet high. Come to think of it, the bird feeder was about that same height. Perhaps it was a height the head was used to and felt comfortable sitting on.


Original Japanese

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