There were five children who always walked in the woods together after school. 2 boys and 3 girls. All of them were very itinerant. Their laughter gleamed under the sun's dimming eyes. Like a blossomed field of sunflowers wavering from the northern winds. A cashmere delight to savor.

Usually they will walk at least half a mile down the southern trail before walking back out the woods, but it seemed one of the boys had convinced them to go further. One of the girls went in front of the group and yelled: "We need to go home!". One of the boys walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. He tilted his neck as if he was talking to the girl. Afterward, she nodded.

They jabbed through their usual barrier and trailed like mature shadows. Not an emotion to be seen, but to be felt. All were worried.

They trailed for at least another 30 minutes before reaching an abandoned home. This home had an historical background to it. The last owner of it had said to have die from a sword falling off the ceiling and butchering their head in two while they were sleeping on a chair. Weird thing was, the sword didn't have a drop of blood on it when the police picked it up.

They stared at the home for a good minute before one of the boys pointed towards it. Signaling to the group that this was what he wanted to show them. Two of the girls rushed towards him, surrounding both sides and began to screech at him. The other boys pulled the girls off of him as he began to walk towards the abandoned house. He didn't hesitate after reaching the jamb, but afterward he just stood there.

The others began to walk towards the jamb as well. When they arrived, the boy in the middle walked up and opened the door. He signaled everyone to come in. And they all did so.

But you want to know what was strange about the entire journey?

...

These children had no heads.