This story happened to my uncle. He was outside of town when his buddy told me the whole thing. Well, here it goes.
It was July 16, 2004 when my uncle wentto hunt in a dark, dark forest. It was so windy and raining very hard so he decided to go to sleep inside a nearby church. Bad for him, he had never heard not one rumor about the church. His buddy kept warning him about it and all he said was Be quiet! You are just scared of how chilly it is! His buddy decided to sleep in the woods. My uncle didn't mind one bit. I always knew he was cruel. He stomped to the church and picked out a corner to sleep on.
The next morning, his buddy went to look for my uncle and he found trail of bloody feet going toward the church. He followed the footprints and they went to the attic of the church. There he found my uncle's heart laying in a corner of the attic. Nearby the heart was a gun that my uncle used for hunting forest animals. And nearby the gun was a rose, and nearby the rose was his head with both his plucked out. On the wall there was one of his legs taped on it and someone wrote with permanet marker Antonio, my dear, you are considered lucky to have slept on the forest