[ 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 .

Sam threw a box of old papers into the late afternoon sunlight from the shade of the warehouse, and it kicked up a cloud of dust when it landed on things of similar appearance. 
 `` Jesus Christ, John, I did n't think this would take all day,'' Sam grumbled to the tall, lean man dusting himself off. His short, sandy hair glinted in the sunlight as he rolled his eyes. 
 
 
 `` You got somewhere to be?'' John remarked. 
 
 
 `` No, but this ol' warehouse gives me the creeps. The things we been findin' are just plain weird...'' Sam sighed. `` Like who in their right mind keeps things like this?'' He held up a jar of green liquid, and inside jiggled a scorpion with 3 tails. John grimaced and threw the box into the van, pulling another thing out. 
 
 
 
 `` Or this?'' He said, and displayed a rather detailed and intricately woven cowl the color of a midnight sky and blood. Sam sighed and shook his head as he continued to pick up boxes and throw them out of the old warehouse. He was a big guy, maybe 6 foot 4, broad, and built like an ox. He was on the football team at their local college, and him and John had been friends for as long as he could remember. Sam had always looked out for John. John and Sam were both part of their local debate team, and were clearing out this old warehouse on campus to use as a debate room. The locals were complaining about their debates getting too loud... So they chose this spot, slightly apart from everything. 
 
 
 
 Sam moved another box and underneath found a smallish book, about the typical size of a novel, with a beautifully engraved white leather cover. It seemed unnaturally heavy, though. There was no title, so Sam flipped it open. 
 
 
 
 A Gold, loopy, and elegant letter adorned the first page. The letter A. 
 
 
 
 `` This is the coolest dictionary I've ever seen,'' Sam quietly mused aloud. Intrigued, he turned the page. 
 `` Hey, John! Come take a look at this,'' he called. 
 The book had names. Just... names. And a random word next to the name. Some of them were common words, like forfeit, understanding, corrode, and one was even kangaroo. Others were less common, like yataghan, Olid, and uredo. They flipped through the book and eventually came across john's name. 
 
 
 
 `` Oh hey man, we found yours,'' Sam began but stopped cold when he realized his friend was n't next to him. John was slowly backing away, with such a look of fear as Sam had never seen. 
 
 
 
 `` Dude, you okay? What's up?'' 
 
 
 
 `` I-I do n't know... What does it say next to my name?'' Sam turned back to the book. 
 
 
 
 `` It says'tome'. Why what's-'' Sam was interrupted by a loud thump behind him as John slumped to the ground, his face a muddle of blood and fear. 
 
 
 
 The last thing Sam remembered before the hospital was screaming as he ripped the book to shreds. 
 
 
 
 The book always found its way into his pocket later, no matter what he did to it. Even in the straight jacket.
