Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow...inside
...I know you're still there...
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, loving you
I won't let you pull me down
Hunting you, I can smell you - alive
Your heart pounding in my head
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me, raping me, watching me
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you... loving you
I won't let you pull me down
~Evanescence - Haunted~
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HYAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Scared YET? >8D
I just randomly came up with a concept of a poached Steef that would´ve became a ghost and be looking for it´s stolen head. >B
And to be honest, this turned out way eerier than I intended. O__o;
His legs were chopped off but he seems to be walking just fine. xD And every step he takes leaves a bloody mark on the ground and his ghastly legs are all surrounded with fog. Also most of his fingers are cut off, possibly to become little souvenirs. AND FINALLY, we get to the head. >8D All that is under that old potato bag is the bloody stump that is left after the outlaws decapitated him.
So this poor unfortunate soul wanders around the western side of the Mongo river, but sometimes visits Gizzard Gulch or Buzzarton, asking the villagers for a little help to his problem. He´s also been seen around Dusky Hollow during the most coldest full moon nights. ;p
He´s not dangerous, unless you´re scared of a decapitated floating figure surrounded with fog.
OR IF YOU ARE THE ONE WHO TOOK HIS HEAD AWAY. >D
So whenever you hear smothered torturous moaning and faint screaming, brace yourself to be asked the question:
"Have you seen my head...? They took it away...."