Author’s Note: this is my first creepypasta so don’t have to high standards.
Every town has its own monster stories, in my town our monster is the Hangsman. My father told me the story of the Hangsman but I didn’t believe it until hours ago.
My father was a short wise man somewhat reminds me of a dwarf from Lord of the rings. While he is humble he’s been told to tell wise tales such as the boogie man and Dracula, but none came close to the Hangsman.
He told the story as if he were a narrator.
The news was blasting in the living room as Hank Manson stands in his kitchen preparing his knives. He heard a familiar name on the TV so he goes and sits down in his chair. “…While the search for Amelia Lenson has ended we still are looking for answers to who killed her. We found the body at 3:42pm today hanging from a tree with her own intestinal tract… ” Hank started blankly at the blurred screen, he saw the blood and laughed. “They have no clue… they don’t know my work!” He stood up with a jerk as if he were overtaken by electricity or some sort of spirit.
The TV blamed again, “… Some people believe her killer could be the alleged Hangsman…”
Hank smiled grimly
“Or do they know?” said a strange deep voice from the back of Hanks head.
“You follow in my footsteps and they’re catching on.” The voice said
“I know what I do but they need to notice me more!” Hank said
Hanks house was built right on top of the same dirt of the old town square where they hung people in the olden days. One day the executioner slipped on the platform and his head got caught in the nose, he died and has haunted the grounds ever since. Unfortunately Hanks house was built here and therefore he is haunted forever.
The old executioner has always had a lust for killing people specifically by hanging them. He has told Hank to hang all who have done wrong in any way.
Hank had just gotten out of a relationship with a girl named Amelia Lenson. They broke up because they both thought the other was cheating. He had killed her…
He took her from her home threw her into the back of his unplated Ford truck and drove.
He drove for about an hour and then he stopped at a forest. As he popped the trunk he looked at her in his black clothes while holding rope in his hand he smiled grimly. “You should’ve stayed with me… This didn’t have to happen,” said Hank.
“You psycho piece of garbage!” said Amelia.
Hank just stood there until she said, “What do you want anyway!?”
“I just want you to hang out with me,” said Hank.
He pulled her out of the trunk and into the woods. Hanks job before serial killer was a line man so he had plenty of climbing experience. He threw her to the ground and cut he torso with his long sharp machete from her belly button to the 1st set of ribs. “Aaaahhhhhhhhhaaa,” shrieked Amelia. As blood spilled out of her body all over the rough dirt and rocks. He took her small intestine and cut one end. He held a needle in his left hand and string in his right hand. He grabbed one end of Amelia’s small intestine and pulled out about 12ft while having one end still connected to her. He took the needle and sewed her up. He wrapped one end around her neck tightly.
At this point she had died of blood loss. He then climbed the tree nearest him until he was out of slack with the intestines. He tied the end he was holding to the branch by his right hand. And wrote on her shirt in her own blood, “The Hangsman is back…”