The Reaper Walks

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

The Reaper comes for us all eventually.

 The dead of night.  It walks through the graveyards without a sound wearing a cloak of black.  It has been here since the beginning and will take us all in the end.  There is no stopping it or running from it.As it walks past us each day looking for the next to take, we feel a chill not knowing where it came from.  As it walks out of the graveyard, a light rain begins to fall, yet it is untouched by it.  A foggy mist around it's feet makes it look like it is floating not touching the ground.  While it walks through the streets nothing can be heard.  No birds, no crickets, dogs nor cats...just silence.  It cannot be bargined with and it shows no mercy.  At times it takes us by surprise, or we know it is coming, we even sometimes accept when it tells us our time is up.It takes us from this world into the next.Heaven or the 7th circle of hell to rot.  To us we don't know when death is coming, but it knows when it is time to bring us to our end.  It does not speak and it does not show expression, it is there for only one thing when it comes for us...It found the next one to leave this earth.  A man with a weak heart but who commits the sin of gluttony.  The man, unaware is watching T.V.  A soundless wind swings open the man's windows that bring him to jump with fright.  Hesitant, the man goes over to close the windows.  When he turns around he sees that his T.V. starts to become all static and fuzzy.  His breath can be seen as it begins to get very cold around him, yet he begins to sweat.  He feels his heart quicken and his heart becoming very loud in his chest.  Then a small light is seen in the corner of the room.  The man gets closer and sees it is an hourglass with sand from the top of it quickly filling the bottom.  The man's eyes get bigger when he sees the figure in the corner approach him, it is the reaper himself.  The man begins to cry as he looks up into the face of the being.  It is nothing but a skull, no life seen on it what so ever.  The eye sockets are pitch black and the teeth seem to form an evil smile. 


Submitted: December 04, 2009

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Mistress of Word Play

Very scary write. Loved the words you used to give it the feeling. Nice job. Susan :)

Sat, December 5th, 2009 12:02am

tastetheblood

I love how even though it is such a short write you manage to give it such great detail and it has a great creepy feeling about it .Great job

Mon, December 7th, 2009 10:09pm

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