I found a piece of paper in my room. It’s full of names and next to each one is a date.
I swear to god my name is on here.
The second I read it, my room phone started ringing, my mobile started ringing, and the room lights started flickering on and off.
I answered the phone and a guttural voice said I had until midnight to confess my sins or the Bone Man will come for me.
The voice made my blood feel cold, and when I heard the name, I thought I was going to be sick.
When I was twelve I murdered someone.
Not long after I wrote this, I saw her.
Jane Winter. I killed her and now she is standing outside the window, looking up at me; eyes gone, bloody teeth bared.
She looks just like I left her.
I feel like I’ve lost my mind.
When I was 15, I killed Sebastian Jones and Denise Trelawny.
At 17, I killed Nathaniel Grey, Jennifer Sands, Nathan Phillips.
There is a procession of ghosts outside my window now.
All porcelain pale, no eyes.
The phone rang again just now.
The Bone Man is coming for me.
I couldn’t tell you everything.
-Hidden on top of the dresser