it was late at night when he arrived outside my door. I could feel my skin grow colder as he approached me silently not caring about my failing attempt to escape. I swung my arms recklessly towards his robbed figure but he kept coming.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" I cried loudly but no one heard. Of course they couldn't hear me. My family stood crying over my limp body which lay in the center of my messy bedroom. if only they could see that i was still here! if only they believed in ghost, maybe they could see me then. The robed figure in front of me only laughed as if he could read my mind.
"It is no use to struggle, Ian." His voice was deep and entrancing, "it is time for you to move on, come with me." He reached out a robed arm, gesturing for me to take his hand, and I almost did. I almost did, but then I saw my mother. She had looked up towards the ceiling and was crying out to the gods to send me back, but there was no response, except mine.
"I am here mother. Please don't cry. I am still here." I wanted to cry but no tears fell down my face, as if ghosts can cry.
"You cannot stay here forever, Ian." the man whispered again. The sound of his voice was heavier now, as if he was growing impatient. I looked at his arm again and reached out to grab it, stopping once again. At the tip of the robe his fingers poked out from underneath, skeletal fingers with no flesh.
"Who are you?" I struggled to whisper, the man grew more mysterious the longer he stood there. In answer to my question he moved his arm to his side.
"Me?" He chuckled as he drew a scythe out of thin air, "Why i am the Reaper, and it is your time to go."
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