The book of death records

Im gone, Im dead, I am still here

I am Staley Hilford. I found a black book in my parents bedroom one day, I was 15. It had several people in our family, our death records. I was wierded out by the thought of my family having records of dead people. I didn't really care though. I got the book from my parents bedroom. I flipped through it to find my grandma, I saw something else though. It was me, 15 year old staley hilford. Is this even possible? How can I even be writing this documentary if I'm dead? I told my mom, but then she disappeared, I tried to look for her but she was gone, like dust. I went to go find my dad, he waved at me then disappeared, like mom did. I went back to my house a little while ago, it started disappearing. Now there is only me... and this book... and my ink pen. I must be gone. I must be dead. I must have died somehow or someway! But, I staley hilford, am still here. In a grave... my own grave of solitude and loneliness. Only the darkness, a book, and a pen to my name. So this is what it is like to be dead? Because I know I'm gone, and I'm dead, But I, I staley hilford, am still here...