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When we were kids my brother used to tell me that our aunt's dining room table was so thick because it had a secret compartment on top and it was full of monsters inside. Our aunt overheard this once and told us we were right. Mum told her not to fill our heads with made-up nonsense but we all knew that Aunt Ruth never told us anything that wasn't true.

She'd been right when she said the mayor was stealing from the town. She'd been right when she said the missing man from the retirement home down the road would be found out in the woods. She'd been right when she said he'd be found half-eaten and that it hadn't been done by an animal.

So when she told us her table was full of monsters my brother and I agreed to sneak down and open it up. We came prepared - my brother took Aunt Ruth's 'secret gun' from under the floorboards in the bathroom and we figured she wouldn't care if we shot a monster in self defence.

Shame we weren't prepared enough to deal with what she'd been hiding in her table - what she and our mum had been hiding since they were both our age. I think they know that we looked, I mean we panicked and left the gun in there with... everything else, but they've never said anything about it.

I just want to know why they'd been keeping those severed heads preserved in resin rather than disposing of the evidence entirely. From what we've uncovered since that night all those years ago, every head we've identified was someone accused of something awful and had disappeared when it looked like they'd end up walking free.

Now the only question is whether we stop them or whether we help them.

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