Death Follows (ON HOLD)

"B-But...you're dead. You're supposed to be dead, I saw it with my own eyes!" I shriek at the man in front of me.

"Don't strain yourself sweetheart," he replies with a smirk, "I did in fact die, but then I got bored of spectating other people's lives, so you know what I did?"

I backed away as he advanced closer to me, tripping over a branch, I still attempted to crawl and escape, yet failed as my back hit a tree.

"I came back out to play," he says with a wickedly sinister smile. He then proceeded to squat down to my level and brings his hand up to my face. Fear rises like bile in my throat.

"How?" I finally have the courage to whimper.

"Cause baby I, I am death itself," he answers his face only inches away from mine. In some strange way, I was attracted to him. But something in my mind was screaming at me, warning me. Guess I should've listened.