Siren Head

On July 16, 1995. There was an incident where a guy named Chad and his friends were hiking, and they stumbled upon the Siren head. God knows what happened to them, and whatever happened to them, I truly feel bad for them. I do it from the bottom of my heart. I had the same familiar experience as they did.

In 1998, I was young this year, but I'm 20 years old at the time I'm writing this story, so I've matured a bit and I'm less sensitive about things now. Anyway, when I was visiting a graveyard with my friends for no reason at all—yeah, I don't know why I was either—when I was walking around for a bit, there was a giant footprint on the ground. I didn't know who was responsible for the footprint, but I ignored it and carried on walking around. Why did I ignore it and want to inspect it, but, eh, whatever? After a little while, I end up hearing sirens. I thought it was normal since I hear sirens a lot. But I saw something move around in the distance, and I told my friends that I would be right back. So I decided to investigate the noise, and I saw it.

It was the siren's head. It was rusty, and it had sirens on its head. There were also teeth and a tongue to eat its prey. Right under it was what appeared to be a mutilated man. I started to run as fast as I could. I told my friends about everything, and they knew it was odd too.

We ran back to our vehicle, and we have never come back since. Recently on the news, 50 people were found dead and torn to shreds. Most of them were heavily mutilated, just like the man I just saw in the graveyard. I know what the cause of it is; it was the siren head. It was obvious that it was that thing. Well, I would love to tell you more. Someone was talking to me about exploring an incredibly abandoned mall with them.