The stained lights flickered as I walked to the back of the store, wondering where on earth their laundry detergent was. The shelves looked old and rusted like they hadn’t been used in centuries. One of the shelves had a strange smell coming from it. My curiosity gets the best of me as I walk over. The selves looked more normal than all the rest but as I looked a little bit closer I noticed there was a strange object on the last shelf. Turning it around I scream. There, sitting in the bottom shelf, is a head.