The Headless Inamorata

"Alas, why hast thou forsaken me, my dearly beloved... Lamentations and grief hath plunged my heart into despair... I no longer hold faith in the power of Love, Hate hath taken root within my soul... For thou hast betrayed me and quenched the flame within my heart until it doth cease its beat... My head and my heart."

In a small village deep in the woods, Valentine's Day wasn't a time for joy and love, but for fear. The folkstown whispered about the Headless Inamorata, a cursed maiden seeking revenge on unfaithful men nor women every Valentine's Day. Legend had it that the Headless Inamorata was once a lovely maiden in the late medieval ages. Betrayed by her lover, she was beheaded and transformed into an unclean spirit. The Headless Inamorata, armed with a wooden axe, roamed the woods on Valentine's Day, seeking out unfaithful men and women. With swift and deadly strokes, she would behead her victims as punishment for their betrayal. Despite her terrifying presence, the Headless Inamorata had a weakness–love. Since she embodied hate, love could weaken her powers.

In a dimly lit bar, a lone drunk man sat, lost in his fantasies of lust. Suddenly, the door swung open on its own, but no one stood there. Filled with anger, the drunk man demanded, "Who's there?!" Yet, no response came. Ignoring the strange occurrence, the man continued to drink his beer until an unseen force sliced through the wooden table, startling him and igniting his anger even more. The man, growing increasingly agitated, raised his empty bottle in a threatening manner and shouted into the empty room, "Show yourself, you bastard!" The man's heart pounded in his chest as he sensed a strange presence lurking nearby.

Year after year, the Headless Inamorata roamed the woods, hunting down thwarting lovers. From the late medieval era to the present day, her quest for vengeance continued.