Don't Do It

Chapter 1: How It Started

Let me start you off with a very bizarre and insane story I'm going to tell you. You may not know my name, but I'd prefer it that way. I have my reasons for this. If by chance you figure out my name, do not report me missing. That'd only worsen the situation.

To start off this insane story I'm a 16 year old boy, and as boys tend to be I got curious. I was fascinated with curses, so I stumbled upon a curse so terrible, so unimaginable, that I wish mercy from god unto those suffering from it. I unfortunately am one of them. Just like the old saying goes, "curiousity killed the cat", but because of my irresponsible and stupid actions I'm no mere creature anymore, I'm just a pile of meat and bones doing whatever the hell you would call this.

I'll tell you the first letter it starts with, it's b. Any further and it is certain to find you as well. So as I was looking at curses I found one that said "all who knows of its name shall be damned to an unbearible pain and torture." I just shook it off as a fraud as most curses are, but I couldn't shake the feeling of dread and paranoia that stayed until now, hence the reason I'm writing this just now.

I'm in a hurry to finish this, I can see the shadow peeking around the corner again. What I'm going to say now is important. Don't go looking at curses. All it does is waste your time and stress you the fuck out. Still, how ironic is this? A skeptic to curses dies by a curse. It's funny to think about...