Love You To The Bones

This is a terrifying memory I'd rather never speak of again.

We were just high school students when the town accidentally unearthed a mass grave.

That night, Keegan Wilkerson, the most popular senior, showed up at a party with a trophy: a finger bone he had stolen from the site.

He passed the bone around. Everyone wanted to touch it, just to prove they had the guts.

A day later, Keegan was bedridden with a raging fever, drifting in and out of consciousness. Then he started counting with his eyes closed. "One... two... three..." He counted endlessly.

Soon, everyone who had touched that bone fell ill, in the exact same order.

The doctors called it a rare infection.

But my grandma said it was a curse, and that Wilkerson was already beyond saving.

Chapter 1

Jenna Santos's POV:

Times had always been tough in my hometown of Oakhaven. That was until the "Oakhaven Revitalization Project" brought a glimmer of hope.

Heavy machinery roared to life, breaking ground, and construction officially began.

One morning, the digging came to a screeching halt. A sudden, heavy silence fell over the site. The workers were whispering, not about equipment failure, but about something else—something buried.

The excavator operator let out a scream. He had unearthed something unnatural. It wasn't just a few bones; it was a mountain of them. They were tangled together, ancient and brittle.

They were human remains. The sheer number of them shocked everyone. The smell carried on the wind.

Sirens wailed as police cruisers swarmed the area, locking down the site and throwing up yellow tape.

Mayor Thompson held a press conference. He talked about "maintaining public order" and "scientific investigations." He said the whole town needed to stay calm and that everyone should trust the authorities.

Soon, paleontologists, archaeologists, and forensic anthropologists pitched their tents.

Then came the news broadcasts. The bones dated back to the 1920s; they belonged to the patients of the Oakhaven Asylum.

The asylum had burned to the ground in 1928, right on that very plot of land. This forgotten mass grave had been buried beneath our town all along.

At Oakhaven High, the discovery became the only thing anyone talked about. Kids swapped rumors, and some of the braver students even snuck photos of the site.

The macabre sight utterly fascinated them. It was a thrilling adventure, a brief escape from the monotony of class.

My grandma, Aurora Cooper, watched the news coverage with a deep frown.

"Jenna," she whispered, "stay away from that place. Those bones are not meant to be disturbed." Her eyes were filled with a profound dread.

"My grandmother told me stories," Nana continued. "About that old asylum. Restless spirits. They tied patients to their beds. Many died horrible deaths. The land remembers."

I nodded, though I rolled my eyes internally. Grandma's "old-school" superstitions felt completely out of place in the modern world.

I respected her, but I lived in a world of science. I thought she was just being paranoid.

I really wish I had listened to her.

That night, her words echoed in my mind like a distant tolling bell, trying to warn me of an invisible storm on the horizon. My apathy back then now feels like a cruel joke.

Keegan Wilkerson, the most popular senior in school, was always chasing a thrill.

On Friday night, he showed up at Liam's party. He was holding a small, white object in his hand. Something he had pulled from the grave.

It was a finger bone.

It was yellowed and brittle, ancient-looking. The surface of the bone was covered in dark, intricate carvings—like tiny, deliberate tally marks. Despite its age, it looked unnaturally smooth.

Keegan held it up and smirked. "Check this out," he announced over the loud music. The crowd gathered around him.

"Who's up for a dare?" Keegan held a piece of paper in his other hand. "The names of the brave go right here."

Cassandra Paige, a cheerleader, was the first to grab it.

Her eyes sparkled with morbid curiosity. "Gross!" she squealed, but she didn't let go. Others reached out, touched it, and then passed it around.

"It's cold," someone said.

"No, it's buzzing," another corrected.

Cassandra frowned. "My fingers feel weird. Like pins and needles."

They laughed it off and said no more. A strange, heavy atmosphere settled in the air.

Keegan wrote more and more names on the paper, forming a list.

I remember it so clearly. The first name on that list was Keegan, the second was Cassandra...

That was how it all began. That night, a silent terror crept into the heart of our town. None of us knew it then, but that bone harbored a quiet, waiting poison. The damage wouldn't show itself immediately.

Keegan turned and offered the bone to me.