Flirting with death

Voodoo doll

"Alfred!!!!! Did you take the voodoo doll???" I shouted into the living room, over the loud football commentator on the television.

"Why would I want with the voodoo doll??? I'm not interested in studying it!" He shouted back, hurting my eardrums. 

"It was the only one I found from the museum archives!! I need to see what's inside it!!!" I yelled. 

"Darling, I found the voodoo doll! You put it in the sewing room! I don't know how it got there, but maybe you had to figure out what was in it or something!" Mother shouted from the sewing room. I breathed a sigh of relief. "I have a horrible memory..." I said to myself. 

"Holy poly! The latest news from The supernatural is amazing! Come read it!" Father exclaimed from the dining table. I quickly and nimbly navigated my way around the hallway, while fumbling with the voodoo doll I held in my hands. This one had a rather thin waist, and even had a little sewn-on smile. Must be for a little junior witch.

When I arrived, everyone else was already crowded around the newest edition of the shiny The supernatural magazine, it's glossy cover beaming at me.

I peeked over my brother's messy hair to see the title printed in bright red: The Grim Reaper's Son?

I gasped. "Astounding, right?" Father remarked. 

I leaned in close to see a boy around my age taking a school photo, glaring at the camera. He looked very goth-like, and had a certain something that sent shivers down my spine. 

This boy is suspected to be the prophesied to be the son of the grim reaper. He mysteriously appeared one day, and is now enrolled in autumn falls high school. He is currently living with his "aunt", but sources suggest that his "aunt" is not actually related to him at all. Is he actually who we think he is?

I kept trying to continue reading, but I keep looking back at the picture of the goth-like boy. His eyes were unusually... Dark. 

"But isn't Val in autumn falls high as well?" Alfred asked. I could feel my eyes widening. 

"That's a perfect opportunity to check him out!" Mother said happily, clapping her hands. "But he's scary!" I blurted out. 

Father looked at me, surprise evident on his face. "What makes him scary?" 

"I... I don't know!! He just seems like he's glaring at me!!" I stammered. 

"I understand... But I can't enroll you anywhere else," Mother said. I quickly said, "I'm totally fine! I can just avoid him! No hard work!" 

I forced a smile, but then I didn't feel like smiling at all on the inside.