I feel like I’ve been hiding long enough. Those cops must be idiotic to think they could catch me. I’ve been on the run for years now for the murder of my wife, and they still have no clue how to get me. That dumb skank is still ruining my life even after I got rid of her.

Not only the cops, but the dreams I have every night. You’re reaching me somehow, not only are you ruining me while my eyes are open, but also while I sleep.

“Nothing better than getting haunted by your ex and having to sleep in a graveyard tonight.” I muttered quietly to myself, chuckling as I walked to find a good spot to sleep.

As I was walking around this pitch black graveyard I turned my phone screen on to give me a little bit of light without causing too much attention.

I saw a gravestone to my right “Amy Johnson 08/09/2000-08/09/2021.” The final words read “I wish I could do this all over again.” Must’ve been a pretty crazy twenty first birthday.

As I laid down to get some rest another gravestone caught my eye. My mind started to fill with fear.

“Frank Hampton 04/07/1995-06/25/2025” What is going on? That’s my name, that’s today’s date? My body started shaking frantically “This doesn’t make any sense” I whispered to myself as I looked down to read the final words

“This doesn’t make any sense” I read. My fear was genuine, like child who experiences his first nightmare. How are you doing this to me? My ex wife is here, haunting and controlling my life still. I have nothing I can do about it.

A flash of light shined from behind me. “Put your hands in the air!” The cop screamed. As I turned to grab the gun from the officer, a loud bang surged from my ears to my brain.

My life flashed before my eyes. Before I could even blink, everything turned into nothing in an instant. And just like that, my run was over….