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.
Hidden in the Bible.