The Grim Reaper

The box arrived in the mail and I wasn't sure I wanted to open it...

It was only a week after my parents death, and I wasn't socializing with anyone. This was the 3rd package I'd got from the same address: 224 King St. W. I haven't opened any of them, there's just something odd about all of them, for one thing, there isn't even a King Street here in Denver!

Here, let me fill you in on a little bit of my life. First of all my name is James Smith. I'm thirteen and have lived in Denver my whole life, and I loved my life. Until about a week ago..

My parents were mysteriously murdered, I witnessed the murder myself, now, you may think I'm crazy, but I know what I saw, and I saw the Grim Reaper. I know it was him, he was cloaked and had a large scythe. He sliced down my parents and left.

After wards, when the police were questioning me, I tried to tell them the truth, but they said I was crazy, and that I was just hallucinating. They asked me the appearance of the murderer, and when I told them he had a scythe, and a long black cloak. They shook they're heads and took me to the police station.

I'm now in a mental institute, until I can prove that I'm not crazy, and that's when the packages started coming.

I'm not sure what to do with them, they're all just sitting there in a corner, doing nothing. I threw this new package over there with them. I sat there doing nothing for about another hour, then I decided I may as well open them up. I opened the first package and this is what it said: "I'm coming to get you." That was enough to almost make me pee my pants. I opened the second parcel, and it said: "I'm getting closer and closer." I almost fainted after that one. Finally I got the third and last letter, and it said: "I'm here."

I screamed and turned around to run to the door, and there it was. Standing right infront of me, the hooded person with the scythe. His face was transparant, but I could see about five scars running down his face.

"Wh-who are you," I stuttered.

"I'm Death," it replied with a scary grin.