• It was a dark night. I was on a trip with my classmates and we were all wondering why it was so dark. It wasn't too late at the time we finished. I wanted to go to sleep. I was tired and I didn't like walking alone in the dark. I was still young.
    I was getting close at home but I felt something weird. I had the feeling that I had to run quickly at home. I wanted to ignore that strange feeling but it was too strong. Something like a sixth sense. But I didn't want to run. I didn't want to understand why I had to. I knew it was something bad, but I couldn't ignore it. I started running. I ran as quick as possible. I ran like a ghost was chasing me. But no. It wasn't a ghost. And it wasn't chasing me.
    I reached my house. The lights were off so I rushed in ever more scared. What wouldn't I give to forget what I saw. I know only one name to call him although many people have a lot of names. I call him Death. He was something like a black cape floating. All colors where fading away near him. My mother was... My mother was dead. I cried without making any noise so he wouldn't understand I was here. He didn't look at me, but i knew he could see me. I remember that moment... He got near me in a blink of the eye and I could see...nothing inside of the cape. Only darkness. The darkness flew away and the cape faded away like dust. He left just like that.
    Why didn't I run? Why? Was he the one who called me to come? If not, who was the one? I keep on telling the story like it was a myth. It was a dark night...