[ WP ] Death is literally on your doorstep , but it 's Halloween . He is having a hard time explaining himself .

The doorbell rang as soon as The Great Pumpkin ended. That was how I was spending my Halloween; bumming it out on the couch watching cartoons with extra blankets and a bag of mini chocolates. Who needs boyfriends and couples costumes anyway? No, I'm seriously asking because the new plug and socket suits have been sitting in my living room untouched and unused since my boyfriend dumped me last week. 
 
 I opened the door expecting to see the 50th Elsa or 100th Minion and instead found myself facing Death. This Grim Reaper costume was actually legitimate. I could n't even see the guy's face. Out of instinct, I asked, `` Are n't you a bit old to be trick-or-treating?'' 
 
 The hooded figure sighed. `` You have no idea.'' I kept looking for his face under the hood; he did n't notice. `` Are you Lynn?'' 
 
 I nodded. 
 
 `` Ugh, FINALLY. I thought you were at Jason's so I went all the way THERE first and --'' 
 
 At the mention of my ex-boyfriend's name, I scowled and tried to shut the door. Grim stopped it with his scythe. I stared at it, realizing, `` Is that thing real?'' 
 
 He was unfazed. `` It's time to go.'' 
 
 I looked down at my oversize t-shirt, sweats, and mismatched house slippers. This was getting ridiculous. `` Seriously, this is a joke. I'm not going to Jason's stupid party and I'm not going anywhere with one of Jason's friends. Please leave.'' 
 
 
 `` You do n't understand. Look at me, look who I am. It's time to *go*.'' 
 
 `` YOU look at ME, buddy. I do n't know who you are or what you want but I'm not going anywhere.'' I tried to glare at his face but it was hard to glare at nothing. I gave up and as I tried shutting the door again with more force, he reached out and grabbed my arm. 
 
 I flipped my shit. 
 
 `` NO ONE TOUCHES ME AGAINST MY WILL, NO ONE INVADES MY PERSONAL SPACE, THIS IS NOT HAPPENING IN MY OWN HOME...'' I continue yelling in order to catch the attention of trick-or-treaters or scare off the guy, whichever came first. 
 
 After running out of things to say and running out of breath, I opened my eyes and everything was gone. My house, my street, the trees, the sky, the night: all gone. I was in a big box of white infinity. 
 
 Behind me I heard, `` You would n't listen.'' 
 
 I turned to see the Grim Reaper, the same one, the real one. Trembling, I had realized what it all meant. `` What... what do I do now?'' 
 
 `` Well, you're scary... so we're offering you a job.''
