I quickly slamed the door. It was probably hard enough to break the hinges off. I ran around the house, shutting all windows and closing all curtains. The house was dark now that the power went out. My back slowly slid down the cabinets in the kitchen, soon landing on the floor. Thoughts came like a tsunami. Who made those footprints? A criminal? A theif? We’re they here to kill me? All questions could be answered. But the scariest thing was that the footprints led away from my house. I lived alone and had no close family. Most of them lived in the west. I got up and went to the door to look through the peephole. I saw someone. They looked familiar.
It should start out as a sunrise Today it was a sunset to begin the day Hours shall pass and everyone shall stay home They walk backwards on and off the streets Shall we ever go back to forwards?
The shops were all mixed around The flowers were dead instead of alive The church was a wreck Glass shards poking out the widow
The choir was playing broken instruments The band was singing like dying cats The poor people had become rich Throwing money out side their balcony The rich had become the poor Sat on the curb while coins sat in the cup.
This world was all backwards.
The jaw dropped open and hit the floor with a thud. We stared in horror as we watched the bloood slowly pour out of her arm. Everyone stood around Charley as he lay dead on the grass. All we wanted was to play midnight games of sports. We never intended for this to happen. But there was one strange thing. There was no one else around when he had lost his life. More blood spilled out. It was only us in this grassy, green field that was now dyed with red. The street lights flickered and we looked over in fear. Samantha was still crying on the grass next to Charles. Her pink skirt was covered in crimson red. Derek seemed emotionless but his eyes said it all. He was worried, scared, and frightened of these outcomes. I was scared too. Scared that they would all find out my secret…
The night had been silent upon the house. But this wasn’t unusual, as we lived in the rural area of town. This was until the fires started. We didn’t know what had caused the fires to rise high and flames to spark. Everyone was still it the house, within the fire. I was the only one that had made it out. The house was full of deep sleepers but I didn’t know that they would sleep through the fire that was slowly burning the childhood room we had all grown up in. I fell to my knees as I watched the flames get higher and the cracking got louder. I heard screaming from the inside, almost like echos. The screams could scar me for life, standing here knowing I couldn’t have saved them.
The grim reaper was considered a guide to all those who pass and are sent to afterlife, after he kills the off. The grim reapers job was full time, always busy with the task to bring others to the afterlife. Although many people may wonder, no one knows for sure. What does the Girm Reaper do in his free time?
Although there is no exact answer for this question, other researchers and people may come up with reasonable explanations. Maybe he would go to earth and celebrate there. Or perhaps he would go to heaven with the others he has saved. Would he go to hell with the demons? The Grim Reaper is called upon when there might be overpopulation in the city. Does the Grim Reaper have free time or does he never have time for a break when he is ending their life’s?
