Timmy was running through the backyard when he stepped on something that went squish. Something that resembled a nose, or maybe an ear, was stuck to the bottom of his Keds.
“Oh my god!” he heard his sister shriek from behind the shed.
Turning the sharp corner, Timmy found his sister, holding a detached ear and a couple of fingers cupped in her palms. At her feet, a dead body lay, chained by the neck to a stake in the ground. Moaning, it’s other ear fell off.
“Timmy,” his sister said, “tell Mom that Karl is falling to pieces.”