[ WP ] Every person has a certain word that , if spoken aloud in their presence , will cause them to die instantly . While clearing out an abandoned storage unit , you stumble upon a book that contains the name of every living person-and also reveals their death word .

“ Hey Dad. ” I said into the phone as I pulled out my set of keys, “ How you doing? ” He had called me at not so great a time, as I was supposed to get to work cleaning some old warehouse, but we hadn ’ t talked for a while so I answered. 
 
 “ Alright son, ” He replied, “ What you up to? ” I tried a couple keys on the great doors of the warehouse. The fourth one happened to be the right one, and the lock clicked as the doors moved a little bit.. 
 
 “ Just cleaning out some warehouse. Company is planning to start using it again. ” I put my shoulder against one of the giant wooden doors, and it slowly creaked open as I pushed. 
 
 “ What ’ s all that noise? ” Dad asked, “ You should really oil up your doors. ” 
 
 “ No, Dad, I ’ m not at home. I ’ m opening up an old warehouse. ” It bothered me how bad his Alzheimer ’ s was getting. 
 
 “ Oh. ” He said, “ Well what are you doing there? Last time I checked you weren ’ t no antique collector. ” 
 
 I sighed, “ I ’ m here on work. ” 
 
 “ Ok. I ’ ll leave you to it then. Nice talking to you. ” 
 
 “ Nice talking to you too, Dad. ” I hung up the phone, turning my attention from it to the inside of the warehouse. The only light shone through a couple old dusty windows in the roof, so most of the place was shrouded in darkness. I had a flashlight on me though. There were stacks of boxes all over, and a couple large items around as well. Shards of glass was splattered over the floor by a box which had fallen over, and by that was a pedestal half cloaked in the shadows. There was what appeared to be an old, ruined book on it, probably an old dictionary or encyclopedia, as the it was pretty big. 
 
 I took a few steps into the place, trying to decide where to start. I wasn ’ t actually gon na be cleaning everything right now, I was only supposed to take inventory today, but even that seemed a hard task. I decided that I ’ d check the pedestal. The book could be something worth money, and old books were sort of interesting. 
 
 I walked over towards it, gently maneuvering my way through the field of broken glass. Luckily, there was a clear spot directly in front of the pedestal, and I stepped into it. The book was very old, that was for sure. No sunlight was reaching it, and so the cover was hidden in the dark. I reached out, drawing it into the sunlight. 
 
 A soft sizzling sound seemed to rise off the novel as the sun touched it, but nothing more happened. Two words were imprinted on the book in large letters, large black letters in some font I didn ’ t recognize. The words were, ‘ Death Words. ’ 
 
 I carefully opened to the first page of the book, fear starting to grow in my heart. The title of the first chapter was a mere ‘ A ’. Written on the page, in a bullet format, were names. Every name imaginable, and then next to it was just one word. 
 
 I flipped to my name, Harry Ketman, and found next to it something I never wanted to hear. 
 
 There was a lighter in my pocket, and already I was trying to light the book on fire. The first page caught flame within moments, and soon the entire book had succumbed to the flames, the fire moving down the pedestal next. I turned around, running over the glass and cutting my left heel. Pain shot up, but I ignored it and kept moving, soon reaching the doors. Like an idiot, I glanced behind me. 
 
 The fire was quickly growing, consuming the whole place. It seemed to have some great anger in it, and I swear heard my name being screamed lightly from over there. I wish it could ’ ve been the wind, but there was no wind today. 
 
 I exited the warehouse, continuing to run till I collapsed onto the ground, my legs refusing to go any longer. I curled up in the fetal position, and as people started to gather around me tears of terror rolled down my face. 
 
 I could still hear my name being called from far away. 
 
 
 

