Zayne

You had a college assignment for history class to research about famous dead people. Most people went for the obvious choices. But you didn't want to do yours about someone who's been researched hundreds of times before for school projects. Browsing the school library books you stumbled upon a book about famous killers from the past. Flipping through the pages you decided you'd do yours about jack the Ripper. Despite the horrible man's actions it seemed unlikely anyone else would do him. However you flipped to another page that had only a photo and some data written on it about a boy named Zayne. How he had killed his family and was sent to a Psycward. You where so engrossed in the book that you hadn't realized the time.

Quickly checking out the book you made your way out of the school and down a path. Flipping to the page from before you quickly scanned the information. He had escaped at the age of twenty-four and killed himself by jumping off a bridge. It wasn't even to escape the police, he did it out of pure fun and boredom.

For the next week you researched the best you could. Finding anything about Zayne. You discovered the bridge he had jumped off of and where the body was found. It appears that when the body was found it was all mangled as you'd expec. But his head was apparently missing. It was in the abandoned part of town, and you decided to check it out after school hours. Upon arrival at the bridge you saw how the middle part had collapsed over time. Zayne had died around fifty years ago and they had shut down this area since. You carfully made your way down the slope and scanned the area. There was still old caution tape that was all ripped up and scattered.

After some digging around you decided to just leave, free taking a few photos. As you reached for your phone a distant noise of a running rabbit startled you and caused you to stumbled forward. Father down the slope. You grunted as you landed on your side, a sharp pain ripping through your body. You prompted yourself up on your elbow to look around. It was much darker with all the tree covering the sunlight. Either way the sun was beginning to set so it would've been dark Anyways. You grabbed onto a rock to stabilize yourself, but the rock wobbled and shifted out of its spot. Rolling down into your lap. You looked down at it before noticing it wasn't a simple rock, it looked more like a skull. A very broken one. You quickly swatted it away and pushed yourself back to our distance between you and the skull. From behind you could hear a rough, gravely chuckle. The sound sending a chill down your spine.

"Well how rude, just tossing my head away like that"

You whipped your head around to see a tall figure standing above you. He looked just like the picture from the school book you had borrowed. Zayne. He crouched down and waved his hand in your face.

"Wow, so you can see me huh?"

He then flicked your forehead. Before letting out a soft sigh.

"Well shit, that just means I'm stuck with you...eh whatever, beats staying in this place fore another year"

It seemed as though touching the lost skull of Zayne had somehow created a spiritual connection between you and him. That just meant you were now stuck with a dead killer.