People say you learn from your mistakes, right? No. Not me anyways. I'm in the hospital right now. The doctors won't believe me. They're talking about sending me to a mental institute. Okay, I'm here to tell my story. It was... Friday? No, no. It was Thursday. I was walking home from the bus stop. After I got off, I had glanced at the stop sign, but something was different. It horrified me even to look at it. Under the word, "Stop" was a dent. Then, there was blood next to the dent. I figured it was a nasty prank that day... I was wrong. Horribly wrong. My aunt can't be found anywhere.