I Belong to the Grim Reaper

Intro.

"What did you do to my mom?" I dropped my jaw when I saw the maniac holding a gigantic scythe and my mother slain across the floor.

"Little girl, you can see me?" He rose a brow.
"Duh you psycho! You think you can kill people and be invisible?" I screamed. I bolted for the phone!

"Ah ah ah," he caught me in cloak. "Not so fast."
"Let go of me!" I twisted with my muffled screams.

"Be still you rascal before I kill you too," he threatened. I struggled, my feet kicked and it seemed darkness was consuming me. "The more you struggle, the closer you are to death. So be still you idiot." I ceased my struggle. "Nice," he commented once he noticed I was completely still. He unwrapped his cloak.

I fell to my knees almost choking on my own spit as I was gasping for air.

"Stay right there," he said in a deep daring voice.
"I'm calling the police," I crawled toward the phone. My shy attempt was a failure as he grabbed my leg and threw me on my back.

"So stubborn," he sighed. He raised his scythe high in the air with reluctance. "You made me do this."

"No," I pleaded, crawling backwards.
"Too late," he shrugged, making his hood fall a little.

Dark, empty nothingness resided in his face.

"What are you?" I was horrified. I wanted to get away as fast as I could but I had no strength in my legs. My crawling led me to a dead end space against the kitchen counter.

"I love when people ask me that," he paused. "Your worst fucking nightmare," he finished before taking a wide swing of his wooden scythe.

"Ahhhhhh," I screamed so hard my throat hurt.