The Curse of 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.”