[ WP ] When someone is murdered , their name appears on the skin of the killer . You wake up with a name on your arm and no knowledge of how it got there .

“ Go back to sleep ”, she said while rolling over. I stared up at the blank ceiling as a rush came over my thoughts. I started to panic but paralyzed with fear. 
 
 If I move, it may cause something to happen, but if I don ’ t move, nothing will happen. Right? The ink which was slowly presenting itself on my right forearm was the sign of a killer. Those who have killed someone, their name appears, slowly, on their dominate arm. Although the name hadn ’ t appeared yet, my mind was rapidly going through today ’ s events. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I look over and see the blotchy red area of arm. That same background tone I have seen so many times on the news and internet sites. I haven ’ t seen the mark in person. 
 
 A black letter “ T ” begins to form. Complete confusion overwhelms my mind before pure horror comes to my mind. Tess, my girlfriend, who lies right next to me. It couldn ’ t be her, she just spoke to me. Absolute fear as I quietly roll over to check. An “ E ” appears next to the now darkened “ T ”. I violently shake her awake. In a confusing muffled voice she responds, “ What in the world Roger!? ” A brief moment of relief momentarily crosses my mind as she is still alive. Still looking at me in complete confusion, I glance down at my arm to now see the “ E ” completely darkened and an “ S ” forming next to it. She sees my marking, my tag. 
 
 I watch as her eyes put together the puzzle. It is then I notice something not right in her eyes. Her eyes seemed glazed over. I don ’ t recall them being so hazy when I first awoke her. It was then she slowly collapsed back into the bed. Scrambling to my feet, I call the police and begin to awake her again. This time there was no response. I don ’ t understand how this could all happen so quickly. I look back at my arm and see the darkened “ S ” has taken its place and a second “ S ” has slowly started emerge. 
 
 In my pure panic, I hear the operator ask for the address. Quickly spurting out our quiet apartment ’ s location, I try to awaken her again. The operated gave repeated pleas to stay calm but they simply fell on deaf ears. I didn ’ t even do anything. I sat next to her as now her name fully appeared on my arm. The blood soaked red background with diseased-black lettering spelled her name. 
 
 A loud knock hammered at the door awoke me out of my stupor. Upon opening the door, two paramedics quickly shove me out of the way while two police officers look at me and then down at my arm. “ Sir, may I ask what happened tonight? ” 

