I started at around 10-in-the-morning, mostly taking pictures of the cows, pigs, and horses. Then I got around to the woods. It was a normal shoot, until I got to the large oak tree where we had built a treehouse when I was younger. I saw something carved into the oak. In large letters was the word “LACRIME” etched into the old tree. It was weird, but I assumed some local kids had done it. My suspicion was confirmed when I got to our old bonfire pit.
Around the pit were dozens of empty beer cans and blunt wrappers. I didn’t mind this, but what was inside the pit turned my stomach. A small rabbit was nailed to a small cross, and a sticky note was stuck to its head. Written in sloppy handwriting was the word “LACRIME”.
I planned on telling my parents about it when I got back to the main house, but I wanted to finish up with the photoshoot. Next, I went to the abandoned farmhouse next door. This farmhouse has been there since before pop-pop owned our farm. Nobody has claimed it, and for some reason the town hasn’t done anything about it.
I approached the house from the front, and was hit with a rotten smell. The closer I got to the dilapidated house, the worse the smell got. I put my shirt over my nose, and entered through a hole in the side of the house. I took out my camera to start taking pictures, but I felt something brush my neck. Surprised, I fell over backwards and saw nobody there. I put my hand on a log that was laying behind me to get leverage to stand. As soon as I placed my hand on it, I felt a mixture of something furry and damp. I practically “kipped up” to get a closer look. It was a human scalp. Disgust and fear coursed through my body, and so I made a run for the exit, trying not to throw up. I ran all the way back home, where I called the police.