When they started talking, their jawbone moved, but because there wasn't any skin left on their skeleton, it looked magically and sinister.
They said: "Hello Asha. I am the Grim Reaper. You may have heard of me. You were a good soul. You may want to come with me."
The voice was calming and I didn't expect the softness I detected.
The hood covered most of the Grim Reaper's skull, but in a quick moment I could glance at the empty eye sockets.
All in all the Grim Reaper made a sad impression on me, although maybe it was more pitied or regretting than sad.
They raised their hand, that was only bones, so that I could take it, and when I did, they carried me, or my soul, whatever I was now, into the underground.
I asked them: "Why do you need to accompany me? Couldn't I just wake up wherever we are going?"
They hesitated before they raised their voice and spoke: "You were a good soul..."
After a few seconds they continued: "I will protect you."
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I will protect you
Short StoryTrigger warning: death and accident Writing promt: When you die, you find out why the Grim Reaper is portrayed to hold a scythe. Not to harvest you, but to protect you on your journey to heaven. FYI: In my story the Grim Reaper is non binary and the...
