The Haunting of My Own Grim Reaper

Through a flash of something I can’t describe; it’s not light, or darkness, it’s here. The air changes from peaceful to disrupted, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. It’s a presence that I can feel through the vibrations of my soul.

It’s back for me, and I am not ready.

I don’t even truly know what it is. A ghost? No, it’s too ominous to be something comparative to a dead person, or a vagrant with a sheet over it’s head.

An entity? A demon?

It’s too real to be anything other than a lost soul, or a dark stranger, who chooses to silently chastise me. Perhaps it’s a being from beyond the grave. All I know, is that when it arrives, someone will die.

It began when I was just a small child. An eery chill would swirl around me as I slept in my bed of heavy comforters and down pillows. Out of a deep sleep, the rush of cold air would surround me, forcing me to dream of suffocating in a snowstorm, before I bolted awake. My room was always empty but I could feel someone, something, watching me. It felt as though it breathed through my lungs, as I shivered, not wanting to lift my head from beneath my covers.

I had no choice, other than to rise, feeling my childish bare feet touch the cold linoleum floor in my room. I had to rise to close my window, which I know was shut before I drifted off to sleep. In the darkness, with only the shine of a streetlamp across the road, I stumbled around my antique dresser and hutch, to get to the window. As I moved closer to the window, the freezing night air blew my long tendrils of hair off of my face. I prayed I was dreaming.

Under the street lamp. across the street by the William’s house, I saw it. I saw him. He was staring up at the second floor of my parent’s house directly into my window, but I couldn’t see his eyes. He wore a wide banded fedora and a long dark coat. I could see the collar of his jacket flipped up around his neck as he tilited his face toward me.

Chills coursed deep within my blood as I lifted my arms to pull the window pane closed. My eyes did not leave his form, as I struggled to pull the old glass pane down to the sill. My body wracked with shivers, my fingers trembled as I fumbled the old wooden frame down, making a…

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