The Legend of 'Walter's End'

"I'll teach those damned kids!" Walter grumbled in the darkened intersection, leveling his shotgun.

Usually, the drag racers would decelerate, and hurl insults at the crazy old man; this time, his shaky grip resulted in a blast that blew out the right tire, causing the car to plow into 'Crazy Old Walter', killing him.

Locals believe that 'Crazy Old Walter' never left that place, and any speeding vehicle's right tire will be blown out, causing an accident.

Strangely, 'Walter's End' has been the site of many fatal crashes over the last seventy years.

That is the legend of 'Walter's End'.

The Insomniac

When I close my eyes, and drift off to sleep; that's when he comes. 
Stalking the moonlit streets, dealing death to those that he takes a fancy to. 
The police believe that it's me who's doing it, but it's not. 
I would never do such horrific things as he does to those poor souls. 
I've done my best to keep him at bay. I haven't slept in a week, but I'm so goddamned tired! 
It would be so much easier to deal with, if I had just a little bit of sleep. 
God, forgive me. 
I'm just... 
Too... 
Tired... 
To...

New Year, New You

Every year, he goes through this. Resolutions are nearly impossible to stick to, but he intends to do it this time. 
The wall is covered with trophies; remnants of the pattern he intends to leave behind. 
With the gentle hand of a museum curator, he wipes dust from one of them. 
"It's time for a change," he says, scanning for any other foreign matter on his prized possessions. 
Satisfied his collection was immaculately clean once again, he heads out of his den, leaving the row of severed male heads staring blankly at the walls. 
"This year, I'm switching to women."