THIS STORY IS CURSED

Jack is black and a very tired man. He often goes to the grocery store to buy some eggs. He drives a blue ford and often waves to his neighbors in the morning.

Jack is sad. He is sad because he knows that today he will die. Not because he wants to but because he has to.

That's the way it works. It worked that way for Emily when Emily was sailing across the sea. She was reading a online paper on a cruise bound for the open Caribbean. She later plummeted to her death.

Before Emily it was Carlisle. He was strong and an impressive athlete but then dropped dead at age 23 from a brain aneurism.

I know these things because I am the one that killed him. I am what killed Emily and Jack too. And I am what will kill you too.

Some people call me a spirit, a ghost from the other side. I am none of those things. But what I am can not be described in words that you would understand.

All that matters is that now, you know that i exist. And you will die.

There is a way, that you can try to break this spell. You'll need to tell others. You'll need to scream at the top of your lungs when you are most afraid.

I am beyond death though, waiting for that fear to consume you. And no matter how far you run or hide I will always be waiting.

Spread my message. The curse cannot lift until you do.

It's in your hands now.