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Day 1 of H̷a̷l̴l̴o̵n̶e̵-̴s̶h̴o̵t̴s̶

T̵e̷l̴l̵ ̸m̶e̷ ̶r̶e̵a̸d̶e̸r̶s̸,̵ ̸w̸h̵a̸t̵ ̸i̶s̷ ̴y̴o̴u̶r̷ ̶w̴o̵r̷s̵t̶ ̴f̶e̷a̸r̵?̸

Jack P.O.V

I'm walking down the streets of Brighton. Strangely, I dont remember why I decided on this path. The night is brisk, making me pull my jacket tighter around me. Cars pass by, and the glow of street lamps illuminate my path. Nothing like city lights. The night seems perfectly normal until I turn a corner. There's a girl standing maybe 5 meters (about 15-16ft for my fellow Americans) in front of me, just staring. Not at me, but towards the street. A shiver is sent down my spine.

I don't walk towards her, afraid of her lashing out, so I cross the street first. As I'm passing her, I can see her features more. Her appearance is startling, and some sort of force makes me stop. She has (H/l) (H/c) hair that dangles unkempt from her head. She's pale, so pale I wonder how sick she is. A dark substance is splattered across her face and clothes. Is it blood? Is it hers? But what scares me most is her face. A ghastly smile on her lips. Wide, unblinking eyes. And they've spotted me.

The hairs on the back of my neck raise as her dead gaze turns to me, her head tilting at an awkward angle. I find myself unable to move. Why can't I move? Who is this woman? What's happening? A car passes at this moment, and when it's gone, so is the woman. I don't care where she went, I just start sprinting. I'm nearly home, just having to go around another corner, but when I do, I'm met face to face with those dull eyes and grotesque smile. Her face only mere centimeters away from mine.

I yelp, tripping over myself as I attempt to back up, landing straight on my arse. Her smile turns into a frown. I swear I hear her mutter, "You can see me now?" I scoot back bit, attempting to stand and failing. "You can see me?" She questiones louder. "W-What?"

"You fear me." Her smile returns. "Don't be afraid." But her words are sinister. My heart pounds so hard in my chest I'm certain she can hear it. I clumsily stand up, running around the strange woman, making a break for my place. She didn't follow me, thank God. I slam my door behind me. My breath comes out raggedy and shallow. I don't know what the hell that was or what that woman was on, but I've never been more scared in my life. Unsure of what to do so late at night I plop onto my couch.

I lean back, letting my eyes close for a bit, trying to relax and forget that strange encounter. "Seán, are you home?" It's Evelien. I guess slamming the door must have woken or scared her. "I'm on the couch, don't worry." I call back. "Seán?" I sit up, facing her. She's looking around the door. "I'm right here." I reassure. But she still doesn't look at me. "Seán, this isn't funny." Evelien calls out. I stand now, my heart racing yet again. "How about you're not funny. I really can't do this right now." My voice creaks with anxiety.

I still don't get a response. But there is a knock at the door. Evelien cautiously answers it. I join behind her, but it's like she's ignoring me. There's a police officer, and behind him, the woman. But instead of her creepy smile, she looks angry. It makes ever more frightening. I shout again, backing up. I attempt to grab Evelien with me, not wanting her around this crazy lady, but my hand slips through her body. "What the- What the fuck just happened? What's going on?" I break down.

"Is this the residence of Seán McLoughlin?" I stand forward to speak. The woman has disappeared again. "Yes, I'm Seán." My voice is shaky. And ignored. "Yes, I'm his girlfriend." Evelien answers. I don't understand. "Ma'am, I'm sorry to have to tell you this. There's been an accident. Your boyfriend was hit by a drunk driver at a crosswalk. He died on impact." Evelien releases a sound of shock and pain. This all hits me like a tru- nevermind. "I don't understand. I'm not dead, I'm right here!" I exclaim, trying to get anyone to notice. "Evelien, please look at me. Don't cry, I'm right here."

"She can't hear you. It's time to go." I whirl around. It's the woman. "Who are you? How did you get in? What do you want from me?" I shriek. "Don't fear me." She smiles. "Stop smiling!" I yell. "Leave me alone!" She shakes her head. "I can't do that. I have a job to do." My face scrunches up. "A job?"

"You're dead, Seán. Look at her." I look over at Evelien. My heart hurts to hear her sobs. "Those are the tears of a grieving girl. That means your body is the clam without the pearl." I look between the two women. "I-I can't be dead. I can't be done. And you...you're scary." I admit weakly. "Only if you fear me. Looks are deceiving, isn't that what they always say? Trust me, you'll only cause more pain if you stay?" She reaches a hand out towards me. "They won't be able to move on."

"Where am I going? Heaven? Hell? Oblivion?" She smiles again, buts soft now. "All questions will be answered in due time. It'll all be okay." I take her hand. "Do you have a name or are you just Death I ask as a portal of light is opened. "I'm (Y/n)."

"Well, (Y/n), I'm scared. I don't want to leave them all." I admit, casting a sad look back to Evelien. "They'll all be okay. I promise." I nod sadly, following her into the light. Once through, I look around. It's bright and blissful. I look back at (Y/n). But her eyes are pitch black. Her horrifying smile has returned. Her laugh maniacal. "Oh honey, didn't anyone tell you the real Death carries a scythe?" Before I can say anything....I'm dropped.