That night I had the freakiest dream I've ever had, it was just me, just standing in a black room. That's when I heard it. At first it was a very faint sound, but then it started getting louder, louder and louder until I couldn't take it anymore. In the dream I fell to the ground, clutching my ears, screaming for it to stop and then, I woke up. I was so relieved to not be hearing the song. But then it started. Again growing louder and louder. I was getting freaked out, so I grabbed my shoes, twenty dollars, and my iPhone and ran out of the door.
I stayed in a motel for a week until I mustered up enough courage to sleep in my old house. Whenever I did everything seemed normal. That was, until my sister asked me to watch her son for a couple of days. I said yes, and then, everything started again. I blacked out. I woke up at 8:00 at night on my bed, I figured everything was just a nightmare and none of it really happened. I got out of bed and went to my kitchen to get something to eat. When I did, I saw my little 5 year old nephew on my computer listening to the song, DEAD.
I called 911, and checked his pulse and everything, but he was gone. On the screen, I saw a note. It said:
DO NOT MOURN FOR ME
I'VE GONE TO THE NOBLE PURPLE TOWN NOW