One day I was chillin' on my bed when I decided to adventure under my bed, which I had never ventured before. I soon found a box, so I pulled it out and dug through the contents. There were mainly miscellaneous stuff like cards and bells, but then I found a picture. I was disturbed by it. It was of a dead person, with scars and one bullet wound in between the eyes. Blood covered the person's face to the point that gender was unidentified. Then I flipped the photo over and saw on the back, "if you're reading this, then you're already doomed." I was scared at first, but soon figured it was a joke, until a heard a foot step behind me. I turned around to see a man in a black coat with a bloody, grim smile. He soon vanished. From that day forth, I never slept. The man would keep me up with violent songs of my death. I may be dead soon as it is.