In progress horror story collection, eh?
You should read my journal. Filled with countless daydreams about being dead and buried. Followed with occasional stories made up about anorexic brunettes who hack their guts out in the cemetery after huffing toxic chemicals. They always end up living though, but wishing they were dead.
This is my free time now. I'm a recluse. This is it for me.
See why I need Ohio State football to be worth a damn?