When Frieda was young, her older brother tormented her, decapitating and hiding the heads of her baby dolls, stuffed animals and lego toys.

He was a troubled soul, you see, who was later institutionalized after he directed his gruesome compulsion from inanimate toys to small animals.

Poor Frieda was troubled in her own way and her acting out as an adult years later, while seemingly harmless to living things, was no less disturbing; her home, a hoarding nightmare of empty lego boxes piled floor to ceiling and piles and piles of the heads she was never able to find as a girl.

~kat

For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this interesting photo by photo by Carson Arias via Unsplash.