Last Thursday a man came to my house as a guest. I showed him around and he was interested in the stuffed animal heads that I had hung up on the living room wall. At an early age, I was devoted to hunting and had sliced up the heads of the animals that I'd hunted as mementos.

As he left, he invited me to his house in the evening on the following day.

It was not late when I knocked at his door. The man opened the door with a hearty smile. He said," I want to show you my hunted collections. When young, even I was a hunter." I agreed readily and followed him to the room.

My blood almost curdled when I saw what I saw...
There were about twenty heads hung on the plastered walls. But they were heads of no animal, but human heads chopped off their bodies and stuffed with wool. Beads were glued to the eye sockets and....and they all seemed to look at me at once, as I entered the room.

"........So, how's my collection ?"

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