Halloween Stories 2018

Angel of Death

When I was young, probably around the age of six, I began to see a figure appear outside of people's houses. The figure always looked the same wearing a long, black, hooded robe. His face was never visible yet his hands were pale white, almost grey. I would tell my parents and my friends about him but they never believed me since they weren't able to see him, I was the only one who could. He would always stand outside at the foot of the driveway of someone's house. Then suddenly he would glide inside, he'd be in there for a few minutes, then exit and disappear into thin air. I never knew who he was or what he was doing.

One day I was spending the day at my grandparent's house, I saw the dark, robed man outside the neighbor's house. I told my grandfather and he said that I was seeing the angle of death waiting to collect someone from that house very soon. The neighbors that lived there were an elderly couple who were in their 90's. I watched the man as he stood at the foot of the driveway for about fifteen minutes. Then suddenly he quickly glided into the house and left again. A few minutes later after the man left, the phone rang.

I don't know what happened after that since my grandfather told my grandmother to take me home. I never knew what happened at the neighbor's house until four years later when I was ten. I found out that after the man left their house, the elderly man's wife had collapsed and suffered a major heart attack. She passed away a few minutes after.

Ever since then I knew what it meant for the dark hooded figure to appear outside of someone's house.

My grandfather was fascinated with my ability and would always ask questions about the man, like "What time does he usually show up?" "How long does he normally stand out there?" "Does he always appear at the foot of the driveway or does he sometimes appear other places like the porch?"

To which all of these questions I'd answer with, "He shows up at random times," "The amount of time he stands out there varies," and "Yes, he always appears at the foot of the driveway, never anywhere else."

My grandfather would always tell me that it was a gift to be able to see the angel of death and to know that he was going to be collecting someone soon and I agreed. However, that all changed when the hooded figure appeared outside of my house on the day of my 18th birthday.

He didn't move, just stood there as if it wasn't quite time to collect. He's so patient. That night I had a dream. In the dream I was in my room, nothing was unusual or out of place. Then I spotted him, standing in the corner of my room was the hooded figure. "What do you want? Why are you here?" They were stupid questions to ask, since I already knew why he was here and what he wanted. I just wanted him to confirm it for me. However, he didn't answer, just continued to stand there in silence. That's when I woke up and he was gone.

The man has been out there for a week now, still just standing there. I've never seen him stand out there that long before. I still have that same dream over and over. He never speaks, never moves, just watches me from the dark corner of my room. I've also began to feel sick, this didn't surprise me since I've never been totally well. The doctors don't totally know what's wrong with me, they say that it might be a combination of different things and they can't pin point a specific one. So, every now and then I would get really sick and my parents would always worry, but then I'd get better and continue living as normal as I could, it became a normal routine for me. In the end I always knew I would get better.

This time was different. This time I knew that I was the reason the hooded figure was outside my house.

As the weeks and months went by, my sickness continued to get worse. I'm now bed ridden at the hospital, hooked up to tubes and IVs. The hooded figure had followed and is now constantly standing in the doorway of my hospital room. I stare at him when no one is here to visit me, since I don't have much else I can do. He stares back, even though I can't see his eyes, I just know he's staring back.

I fell asleep staring at him. That dream came back and he was standing in the corner of the hospital room. "I know you see me." He spoke for the first time. His voice was raspy and gentle.

"Why? Why can I see you?" I asked him.

"Because you, young man, are going to replace me." His answer surprised me.

"Why me?" I desperately continued.

"You were the first baby to be born at the exact time and day that I died. Now when you die, the first baby to be born at the exact time and day as your death, will take over for you when they turn eighteen. Until then, you must collect as many souls as you can during that time. That's how it's worked for thousands of years."

I stayed silent, not knowing what to say. Before I could get the energy to say anything more, I woke up. I woke up wearing a long, black, hooded robe and I was standing in the corner of my hospital room, staring at my body, which was still lying in the bed.

The heart monitor flatlined, nurses and doctors rushed into the room. However, over all the chaos that was happening, I heard the cries echoing from the future angel of death.

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