Your head is not found.

Perhaps it is cutted off... Oh, what a dreadful notion that presents, as grim and foreboding as the coldest, darkest night in midwinter. Imagine, if you will, a man—a figure of upright countenance and respectable bearing, one who walks among us as if his very presence were a blessing to those who beheld him. Now, picture that very same gentleman deprived of his head! How ghastly the sight, to behold a body, stripped of that which grants it identity, wandering the earth in a state most unnaturally severed from reason and sense. The thought is near too much to bear, for in the severing of head from shoulders lies the severing of man from himself, from his reason, from his soul, and all that he holds sacred in this earthly existence. Yet I bid thee pause and consider further. For if indeed such an ill-fated soul should be parted from his very head, one must ponder: by what heinous act, what devilish contrivance, might such a ghastly deed be accomplished? It would seem no ordinary weapon could manage such a feat, nor any earthly force tear asunder that which Providence hath so delicately joined. Indeed, the spectre of foul play arises, replete with images of shadowed figures lurking in alleyways, daggers glinting in the moonlight, their blades sharpened not merely to pierce, but to rend asunder. Perhaps some fiendish brigand, driven by motives beyond mortal comprehension, hath wrought this dark act upon our unfortunate man, leaving his lifeless body to stagger headless through the streets, the very image of death itself, defying nature’s own order in its grotesque form. Pray, then, what horror must seize the hearts of those who, by some unfortunate accident of fate, happen upon this headless figure? It would be enough, indeed, to cause a delicate woman to swoon, or a man of faint constitution to lose his senses entire! Verily, such an encounter would engrave itself upon the minds of any witness, etching the ghastly memory deep into the recesses of their dreams, their waking hours, their very souls. Such is the horror, the inexplicable dread, of encountering that which defies the laws of God and man alike—a body deprived of its head, its very essence shorn away.

No site was found!!! I told you!