This is an illustration that depicts a story. If you have not heard of the Paper Hat tale, then please read on!
There was a young boy who lived happily at home. He had a condition that stopped his blood from clotting. But he didn't mind. His parents were extra careful, and bought him food and games. Home made sandwiches given to him because he couldn't go out. It was too risky, his dad would say. And rightly so...
If he got the smallest of cuts, he could bleed to death quicker than you could imagine. He was lucky to have found out about this condition in a safe environment and not caught unaware. But it depends how you define, lucky. One day he saw a video online of making an origami hat, and he wanted to try it! After all, he was only ten. He folded it carefully, wearing rubber gloves that he always had to wear when using paper just in case of a paper cut. He smiled as he put it onto his head, feeling great as he practically glowed with pride. He was about to take it off when he saw a small trickle of blood dribbling down his nose. This then increased as it began to bleed more and more. He ran screaming to his mother and she called the ambulance. But to no avail. By the time they came he was bled out dry.
As his body was laying in the coffin, people at his funeral, the coffin suddenly started to fill up with red. Crimson blood overflowed the sides and started to spill down the banks of seats. And then the boy sat up. His face no longer that of youth, but of a tortured soul. He couldn't even speak. All he could do was wander. Wander through meadows, lakes and roads. Leaving trails of blood wherever he stepped. And all because of a paper hat. A paper. Hat.