The Fog

The wind howled through the rickety old house louder than my own thoughts, as I tiptoed to the door. I was generally a clutz. A complete spaz, but tonight I was a whisper, a solemn prayer, and a heartbroken vow. Tonight I died. I wasn’t supposed to die I was only fifteen practically still a kid, but when the robber entered my house I screamed. Just a simple scream it was barely there but it alerted him. He charged into my room 6 feet of complete darkness and cold. I ran for my lamp. It was the only weapon I could think of, but he caught me. His large bone white hand wrapped up in my bright red hair and yanked. It sent me sailing to the floor where he straddled me while he slipped his knife out of his belt. I felt the knife go in, and explosion of pain ricocheting through my body. I felt it knick my ribs and tug at them right before the tip pierced my lungs. That was when I knew I was dead. When the life poured from my body still warm in the form of my last breath. My last breath ripped through my body as a scream of complete pain. I felt my self shift. I felt myself die the fear of death was gone. I walked out of my room terrified of what laid beyond this. I walked to the door the wind beating against the house like by nonexistent heart beat then occasionally howling through just like my body which was now trying desperately to get air only to lose it again. I finally reached the door after what felt like a year of walking down the hall way. My heart was racing I shouldn’t have been afraid of something I couldn’t avoid but I was. I touched the crystal doorknob and it felt like a burning stone. I turned the door and it opened to a bank of fog that couldn’t really be there. I walked out of the fog to dried out lake surrounded by trees that had no leaves. They looked like they were clawing out at me. On the lake was a boat it didn’t seem to care that there was no water in the lake it just sat there looking brand new. I tentatively stepped out of my door frame and the door quickly slammed shut behind me as I fell into the boat and the dark clouds above started pouring rain. The rain quickly filled the boat and it started sailing just as a dark figure grew out of the seat in front of me. It quickly turned around. It looked like a man you would see every day but never take much notice of you know the people who fade into the back ground. What scared me about him wasn’t his face however it was his robe it looked as if it was completely mist. He smiled and a shiver went through my bones. “This is it. You have this place as your own. New people will come Old people will leave but you must stay. Keep them company and tell them everything you have learned. You are now an anchor” H e said this and then he disappeared leaving me alone in this creepy lake with the trees still clawing at me and a crow cawing from the nearest branch. I wont lie I sat there for a very long time years maybe I eventually found a way to put a pier out into the lake and then I sat there. The man was right people came and went and they would all stay for a very long time. They would come and i would give a speech of whatever I thought the after life to be at the time, and then leave them to there own devices. I didn’t know what happened to them after they left me and honestly I didn’t want to. I may have only been fifteen when I died. I hated everyone for that because they were 50 and they had kids and marriges and I didn’t even have a diploma and the lake reflected my mood when I was happy the trees grew leaves the water shined bright and the boat glided along peacefully but while I was mad or sad the tree lost its leaves and raked out at the pier and the water grew a dark ugly grey and sent the boat flying every where in its turbulence. I knew now what he meant This was my place the place I yearned to be with out knowing it and I was the maker and caretaker of it I was the only reason it existed. It has now been hundreds of years and people come in wearing the weirdest things I’ve ever seen, but I have realized something. The key of life of after death is to be utterly you because then you get put in the right place the right heaven. I see people come in from my future and from world war 1 and be best friends because there personalities match up perfectly like everyone else in here. Hell is not real and the only thing that sends you to hell is yourself if you are fake and have led a fake life they take you to the wrong place to the wrong people and you are tortured by it. I have seen this happen and these people are always sent on the fastest but the bad thing is. They have to go through every heaven until the reaper finds the correct heaven for them. We have come full circle in my tale of the after life the reaper. He is the only constant my only true friend we speak every time he comes and as I spend time in heaven I find my self slowly aging until I stopped at twenty five. This was an added perk for those who died as children or close to it. I quickly caught on to the fact that he was an anchor as well and from what i have heard every heaven has its own anchor and Reaper pair and they both control the world. It was fun to see the world change with his emotions and thoughts along with my own he was as much of an anchor as me and if I was correct he had been a person to one who had died young. That seemed to be the case with all reapers and anchors they all died as children and we never saw each other never cared enough to we were in our heavens and we didn’t need anything else.