Hangman's House
In the dark, murky depths of a thick, thick forest there is a ruin of a house, Hangman's House. The crumbling walls, the fallen roof and the big iron hook, now inhabited by mice, rats and sometimes young children. That house has a story behind it, the hangman who lived there came to hang his own son.
Bill Wizzlewit was 16. He had recently fallen out with his father and moved to the nearby town of Bonnsville. He had thought that Bonnsville was a lovely town until he arrived there. Dark, thin alleyways, horrible smells and strange liquids oozing from overfilled drains, Bonnsville was a disgusting, dirty place. It was very overcrowded so Bill had to sleep in the gutter. He didn't have any food so he had to revert to stealing food from old ladies until he could get a job. After about a week Bill managed to get work at Benny's Bakery, a run down old building. He was paid 2d. a week which only bought him a single loaf of bread. That wasn't nearly enough so Bill used to steal a loaf of bread on the side about twice a week. His boss the shopkeeper, a plump old man wasn't aware of the missing loaves. Bill kept doing this for about 6 weeks until one afternoon just as he was leaving the shopkeeper caught him in the act.
"Oi son come here!", the shopkeeper shouted.
Bill gasped and sprinted out the back of the shop and down the nearby alleyway as fast as he could go. The shopkeeper gave chase but Bill had an advantage, he was younger and faster than the old man. He weaved in and out of the people in the street like a slalom skier twisting round poles. The old shopkeeper soon tired, but Bill ran for a few more minutes just to make sure. Bill then decided to stop and sit on a nearby doorstep to try and catch his breath. Now deep down Bill wished he could go back to stay with his father but he was too stubborn. Bill didn't notice the two policemen walking towards him. He was woken out of his daydream by two big hands grabbing him by the shoulders.
"I'm afraid you'll have to come with us, Sonny. What you have done is very wrong!", said one of the policemen.
"But how did you know?", Bill asked.
"You match the description given to us by your boss, well, your ex-boss, plus you have a loaf of bread in your hand", replied the policeman.
"DAMN!", shouted Bill.
Bill was sentenced to death!
Later that night amidst the pouring rain and black darkness Bill was taken to the gibbet at Bullcross.
"Right! Do you have any last words?", said one of the policemen. "I'm keen to get home."
Bill replied very quietly, "No sir."
"Right! Lets get this over and done with", said the Hangman.
Bill thought that there was something familiar about the Hangman's voice but didn't say anything. The hanging was very quick. It was over within 1 minute.
Bill had been right. The Hangman's voice was familiar. It was that of his own father. He had recently got the job as the Hangman. Then, a bright shaft of moonlight struck through the cloud-filled sky and hit Bill's lifeless face. The Hangman looked up at Bill's face then realised.
Without saying a word the Hangman walked slowly back to his house through the eerie black forest. The expression on his face never changed. When he arrived back at his house he drove a big iron hook in the wall, made a noose out of spare rope and hung himself without delay.
Hangmans House
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Ah that's a pity man, the hangman killed his own son. I like the police man best. "Right! Have you any last words. I'm keen to get home." Ha ha ha! ANd that eerie black forest sounds like a scary place. This hangman's house isn't on an orienteering area is it?!
Nice story man.
Ste Shaw
Nice story man.
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