Creepypastas

Reaper

You thought you had the worst job didn't you? I know your job did lead you hear, and lead you to me. I noticed how you complained the entire time you feed trash into the compacter, yeah I watched that, that's why I'm here after all. You fell in, you were crushed to death... hehe, crushed to me. Well I can tell you that you don't know how good you had it. Do you know who I am? I'm, as you say, death. No I didn't cause you to die, I don't cause any ones death, I just simply have to watch, and collect. Easy enough task right? Didn't always used to be.

I used to be human, like you. An ordinary guy. A happy guy. I suppose I still am, though I don't know to what degree anymore. Never really questioned it. I was murdered. Robbed, that's what the guy liked to call it. Well I was robbed, of some cash, and my life. I was never a real believer in the after life, and I'll admit I was afraid to die... That's really Ironic looking back at it, but the reaper that claimed me, said that I could take his spot, so I could take the man who killed me to the after life. He said that his 5000 years or some number was up. He said that his time there was done, and that instead of him taking me to the after life, I could take him. Take his place. I thought that it was a good chance. I didn't think it would be... Like this. Well I was so happy to find that the man that killed me was hit by a car after he robbed me. I claimed him, but shortly found that... Before I could send him off, I had to take his memory. Only reapers keep theirs in the transition, as a reward I guess. Everyone else losses it. I shoved my hand and pulled out something that felt solid. I pulled out his memories. They turned to ash and blew away in the fake breeze. I then slid my finger down through the air, cutting a hole in it. This came naturally. I pushed him in, and it closed.

They told me it was to keep the after life a happy place. We couldn't have them being all depressed because of their death, or because they hold a grudge or some sort. Ignorance is bliss. And that was how it had to be. I wasn't happy to think that he wouldn't remember what he had done. I sent him off, and I was immediately taken to another place. Mexico or something. There was an old lady, she stepped on a land mine. After she phased into my realm, the area between yours and the after life, I had to calm her down. She was freaking out, frightened. After she finally settled down she asked, "Will I be able to see my family?"... I told her... Yes. This wasn't a lie, I was sure she would. But she wouldn't know who they were. She would become ignorant... I reached into her frightened mind, and ripped something out, all her memories, they fell between my fingers like grains of sand. Then they fell through the ground. She instantly became happier. She turned to me and asked "Where are we going"

I said "You're going home." I slid my right pointer finger through the air again, and opened that small portal. She went in, and it closed.

I was then instantly taken to the ocean, where I watched a man being pulled under by a shark, and torn limb from limb. Then something dawned on me. I would have to reap those I knew, and take their memories.

This was something I had become used to. Every minute of every day, I watched people die, all the time. Sometimes peacefully, sometimes horribly. Sometimes I had to watch disastrous. Like a tsunami in Japan whips out an entire town, I get to watch hundreds of people die at once, and reap their bloated bodies. I have practically witnessed every death imaginable, and then some.

Eventually I learned to detach my self from everyone else. No longer see them as human, made it easier. Made it more tolerable to watch people constantly dieing.

Am I going to take your memory? No... My times up, I get to go. I've served my time. Yeah I'm telling you this to prepare you. Congratulations. I hope you learn faster than I did. Have fun...