I knew that my time had come, just not this early...
It was a cold night, winter, outside a raging storm heavens tears. The weather had never been as bad at it did that moment. The sounds were so loud I couldn't close one single eye. So i stepped put of the bed, walking down the stairs almost dropping my oil lamp. It was so old it would be a shame if I dropped it. I caught it, rather stupidly not looking, so I myself rolled down the stairs. I got up after a short time. I saw my body, as if I was stuck in a mirror. Had my soul flown out? That sounds insane. My body was stone dead. But I couldn't believe my eyes. It stood up, straight walking out of the door, into the aggressive storm. Was I just having a nightmare? Had i gone mad?! I, my spirit followed myself, my body. A great tornado neared me, or us. And as soon as it got more near it violently ripped my head off. Headless my body stood there. This couldn't be real i was frightened. A headless corpse walking into the storm is what I was seeing now. I felt watched, thousand of eyes on my back, I was in fact watching myself. It stopped and turned around, as I did myself, my spirit. An old man smiled and laughed at me, us, pathetically. In a black robe holding a glowing light in a box. One lightning brighter than the sun and he was gone. Loud, dark laughs started haunting my ears. On my head? What head?! I had lost it. He appeared back right in front of my soul. «Ready?» he asked.
What did he mean? Was he talking to me? Could he see my spirit? «Your'e dead, ready to go». "Go where?!", «To the end». Before another word could leave my mouth, I was gone.
(I do not remember writing that but okay)
