The Head

This story has been told in many communities, the earliest version appearing in the 1600's. Enjoy, my take on this classic ghost story!

A young man is walking home from a night after a long night at the local pub. He knew that he had one too many, and felt it was best to walk it off. The breeze was warm, despite it being October. He swerved and swayed his way down the side walks of the sleeping city. He knew that it had to be about one or so in the morning, so he had to deny the urge to sing at the top of his lungs. He giggled to himself, and stopped off in an alleyway to "bleed the lizard" so to say. When he looked up from the puddle of urine at his feet he noticed a woman coming down the alleyway towards him. She was wearing a "hoodie"the hood over her face. She was carrying what looked to be a rather large basket. The young man zipped up his pants and approached the young woman. "That looks heavy, may I carry that for you?" He slurred. The woman handed him the basket and they left the alleyway together. After they turned the corner he thought he heard a noise coming from the inside of the basket. The young man raised his eyebrow and as clever as he could opened the lid. Inside was a young woman's face staring back at him, laughing. The young man panicked and dropped the basket. The head rolled out, and began to bite at his ankles, and make a horrible gurgling noise. The young man began to run, he never would have thought that something like this could sober him up so quickly. But, then again, he never thought that he would have a run in with a ghost. The head continued to bounce and roll after him, biting him where ever it could. The young man ran up onto his porch, opened his front door, and slammed it behind him. He looked around at the floor around his feet, nothing. He left out a sigh, and went to the window, there in the front lawn was the headless young woman, her head biting and gargling on the grass beside her. 

The young man closed the curtains and went upstairs to bed, in the morning he woke with a smile. Last night must have been a bad dream. Then he looked at his legs, and they were covered in bite marks.