When I arrived, I found a ghost story in the bible.

I read it and laughed. Well, it sounded like bollocks; phone ringing in the night, noises outside. All the usual stuff.

People are idiots.

I went to bed.

It wasn’t a story, it was a warning.

My phone rang at three am.

Someone tried my door.

In the bed next to me was the shape of a person in the sheets, and when I dreamt, my dreams were black. Someone spoke to me in my sleep. They told me if I didn’t write down what happened that I would be next.

I’m sorry.

Hidden in the Bible.