It was early morning. A yawn escaped Mira’s lips as she got up from bed, trying not to wake her husband in the process.

Something was keeping her awake. A loud sound: large banging most likely originating from the basement. It seemed to be all fake. It felt as if it were from a book, in which the character does not have a happy ending. But that was just a book. This was real life.

Mira descended down the uneven steps, the stone cold on her barefoot. Holding a flashlight in hand, she reached the bottom and began to search for what had been creating the sound. Strangely, it faded.

Then she saw it.

A hooded figure, tall, imposing.

Her breath caught in her throat.

The figure turned around ever so slowly…The grim reaper.

That’s me. Now, I don’t know I was sent to take this poor girl’s soul, she doesn’t seem dead to me, but Life, my boss, told me to. I hate that guy.

I constantly forget how loud these interactions are. Luckily, I was reminded when a scream resonated from the woman’s throat. If I had an eyebrow, I would have raised it, but I didn’t, I was the grim reaper.

I sadly lost my hair in my youth. And my skin. And my soul.

Luckily, my handsome face still remained.

“You’re the grim reaper!” She managed to say.

I smiled, trying to calm her down. “It’s good we don’t have to introduce each other.”

“You’ve come to take my soul!” She shouted. I’m surprised her husband didn’t wake up from that bellow.

I nodded slowly, adjusting my grip on my scythe. “Don’t worry, kid, it’s not that bad. You won’t be trapped any longer! Now isn’t that a two in one deal? You get to die, and be free!”

I obviously wouldn’t make a good salesman. Convincing the living is harder than it looks.

I do try! I try to make it easy, but dying obviously doesn’t come easy to people. Then they scream, then people notice they’re dead, and then they out the blame on _me._

I’m just doing my _job._ It’s not _grim._ It’s just how life goes. You sign up for the stupid game people call ‘life’, then you live the consequences at the end.

And people still think I’m evil.