Your pen takes on a life of its own one day and writes down the names of people who mysteriously wind up dead.

It takes you a while to catch on.

One night you’re watching the news and just before the weather there was a breaking news alert about a lady found in her car – nothing stolen, no visible injuries, but dead. Her name, Christine Garrison, was part of the story and then they played footage of her husband Neil Garrison begging for information.

You wondered for a while if you knew the couple as the name Garrison seemed super familiar…

Then the next day Neil was found in the local Target, laid out on one of the in store display beds as dead as a dodo.

The media had a field day.

Inspector Philip Knight assured the people of Newcastle they didn’t suspect foul play but were doing all they could to get to the bottom of things…the name Inspector Knight niggled at you as well…

You went into the address book in your phone and scrolled through…nothing…but as you left the TV room you saw a piece of paper out of place on the desk. It had four names on it, the top two scratched through and as you watched your pen moved through the third name, neatly crossing off Inspector Knight.

The next day Philip Knight was found collapsed in his shower without a pulse.

You checked your list and saw five names now written there…Gemma Baker was next, not yet crossed out, followed by Anthony Green.

Gemma Baker was the TV news reader who had brought you all the other stories. You rang the station to warn her…but she’d called in sick that day. You stressed to the person on the other end that someone be sent to her house to check she was ok, but when you mentioned your pen had it in for Gemma they muttered about another nutter and hung up.

Maybe there was a chance you could get to Anthony Green to warn him. But who was Mr Green? Your google search turned up too many names and would be the nail in your coffin when the police traced your call to the station and came knocking.

By that time you’d tried to dismantle, melt and belt that pen with a hammer with no success. As the door bell rang you saw the pen start to write – M-a-r-i-a _G-e-ss-ott-o…

“Open up this is the Police!”

“Mrs Gessotto, you’re surrounded, come out with your hands up”

But you couldn’t could you? Because at that moment your pen flew across the room and embedded itself in your carotid artery with deadly accuracy.