[ WP ] It 's Friday afternoon and you hear a knock at your front door only to open it and find death dressed in his usual store asking to spend the weekend at your house . Give me a recount on how your weekend with death went .

Intro 
 Knock knock… 
 
 “ Who ’ s there? ” 
 
 “ Death… ” 
 
 Story: 
 
 I stood astonished. There was no doubt he told the truth. He almost looked exactly like the stereotype, but instead of a scythe, he held a book into his right hand. The hand was ripped of its flesh, just as the rest of his visible body. There were no eyes beneath his hood, only empty sockets. He didn ’ t have a nose and his mouth was sewed shut. 
 
 His cloak covered his lower-body, but no feet appeared underneath: he floated. When he “ spoke ”, he didn ’ t open his mouth. Instead, the word death burned in my mind. 
 
 I stood in the doorway speechless. Death didn ’ t seem to be in a hurry, he patiently waited for me to come to my senses. After a few minutes, I was capable of muttering some words. 
 
 “ This has to be some kind of prank and it ’ s not funny at all. ” 
 
 But as I spoke the words that this wasn ’ t a prank and before I knew it, Death was sitting on my couch. 
 
 “ I always visit a human once a year. ” His voice echoes in my head. 
 “ Do not make big fuss about this, if you tell anyone they will declare you mad and I will be gone… just as you. ” 
 
 I wouldn ’ t have messed with Death even if he hadn ’ t said that. Who is so stupid, to actually disobey Death. I had to obey him. 
 
 “ What do you want from me? ” I asked with a trembling voice. 
 
 His head turned towards me. “ Nothing, you can pretend I am not here. ” 
 
 How on earth could I possibly ignore Death? Then I realized something. Both my parents had died, maybe he could… 
 
 “ No. ” 
 
 The word came unexpected. I wasn ’ t too surprised that he could read my mind, but the timing threw me off. I felt like fainting. 
 
 “ Do not be a fuss and make me some diner. ” 
 
 After some inner-struggling I made him some macaroni. When I gave him his plate, he laughed his ass off. 
 
 “ I do not eat, I do not have to. That is what you call a prank. ” He began to laugh even louder and I couldn ’ t get it out of my head. It was tormenting. Suddenly I felt anger boiling inside me. 
 
 “ That is what you call a prank? To ask for diner and then say you don ’ t want to eat? ” Now I started laughing. He ignored me to my relief. I had regret my words; I would n't be laughing if he just killed me. 
 
 “ Hmm… yes Brian Miller seems like a good person. Yes, I will put him on the list. ” 
 
 He started to scrabble something into his book with his finger. Red letters began to form and seconds later, those letters spelled Brian Miller. It took a while before this all penetrated my mind, but when it did, I realized I knew someone named Brian Miller and there was no one on planet earth I hated more. He had ruined my youth, raped me when I was younger. 
 
 “ Is he going to die? ’ ’ I asked death with a flash of ashamed hope. 
 
 “ Yes. You want that do you not? ” 
 
 I shivered. Miller was just released from prison and rumors had it that he was revisiting his victims. However, no proof had been found, he could ’ ve been innocent. I did not believe so. I wanted him to die. 
 
 “ I thought so. ” He started to disappear, ready to kill. 
 
 “ Wait! Are you seriously going to kill everyone I don ’ t like? ” The idea scared me. 
 
 “ No, I am here to see if you are suitable as my successor. You have not disappointed. ” With that he left. 
 
 I felt proud, then disgusted. I was no killer, but the power… 
 My feelings over-whelmed me and I gagged. I fell on my knees and produced the most devastated cry I had ever let out. 
 

