[ WP ] Your father admitted on his deathbed that he was the most successful serial killer of all time , just killing 100s of random people in random ways in random cities throughout his life , never leaving traces , and he gave you a list of his victims .

I've never known what to do with my life. I never finished college, my job is terrible, I've never held down a real relationship with anyone whether it's a girl or one of my friends. And here I am with the only person I've ever cared about. And he wants to tell me that throughout my entire childhood, when I was going through phases like wearing black clothes or playing with pokemon cards or wanting to play baseball on my high school team, he was spending his time plotting out and perfecting the art of murder. This cold blooded beast in front of me was not someone I could have looked up to in a million years, but because of his deceit I had put all my love and faith into the arms of a monster. 
 
 The nurse enters the room with that same fake smile from before. `` How are you doing mister Davis?'' With misty eyes he simply smiles at her and gives her a thumbs up. She checks his vitals and scoots another pillow behind his head so he is more upright. `` Can I get you anything?'' she asks with a gentle touch on his arm. The thought of anyone giving him a warm embrace... oh my God my mother. Did she ever know? Could I possibly tell her? 
 
 He tells her he is fine and she exits, leaving the two of us alone. `` I just do n't understand. You always seemed like such an amazing person. I spent 24 years bragging on you to my friends, how I always looked up to you...'' 
 
 `` Why do you think I took so long to tell you? You're my buddy. And I'm sorry, it's not like I chose this. I just ca n't help it. Here, hand me the list.'' 
 
 I look at the horrible paper, the one sheet of paper that shook my entire life to its core, made me rethink everything I've ever known. I hand it to him, `` there's a lot of names on that list. A lot of calls I'm going to have to make to tell them what I know now. I ca n't in good conscience... what are you doing?'' 
 
 The old man took a pen from the bedside table and began slowly scribbling something at the bottom of the page. `` 298 is simply unacceptable. It's like fishing, seeing the largest bass in the lake and dropping your rod in the water.'' 
 
 Before I could put together what he meant, he pressed the button to call the nurse back in. `` Son, I'd plug your ears.'' In a matter of seconds, the door swung open, my father pulled a gun from beneath the blanket, placed a bullet in the nurse's neck and pointed the gun to his own head. On the bed, a blood-spattered piece of paper was all that was left of the nightmare I call my father.
