My name is Jack Steen. 
That name shouldn’t mean anything to you. 
Unless you’re about to die. 
And then I’m your bloody guardian angel. 
I work as a night nurse in a hospital for the criminally insane. 
You picked up this book because of the title, right? Deathbed Confessions of the Criminally Insane. That’s exactly what you’re about to read. 
This story is of the Well Marker. 
She was convicted for the murder of five infants, all found at the bottom of a well.
She was also convicted of the murder of her father - but he deserved it. Hell...I would have killed him to.
This is her story. 
At least, the story she told me right before she died. 
Jack Steen, my name is the only real name you’ll find in this book.
I won’t tell you which hospital I work at. 
I won’t tell you the names of those dying.
But I won’t lie to you.
You’ll read exactly what I’m told. 
Instead of their real names, I’ll tell you the names I gave them. 
If you’re smart, if you’re deranged enough to read between the lines, you’ll know who is telling the story.
I can’t say all the stories are real. I doubt they’re all one hundred percent true but like every story you read, there’s always a nugget of truth to every tale ever told - but then, what the fuck do I know.
These sadistic bastards could be playing their final game with me by messing with my head. 
Now it’s time for them to play with yours.