[ WP ] You begin to have the sneaking suspicion that Death *likes* you

When I was 8 years old, I was involved in a terrifying car crash. My sister, my parents and I had been driving down the coast to a camping trip down south when dad swerved and skidded in the pouring rain and barrelled down into a ditch. We flipped twice, I think. Pulling myself out of the car afterwards with all my might, in a half-haze of dizziness, I noticed two dark figures standing over my fathers body. One very tall and thin, the other much shorter. I was too tired to do anything, or even try to call for help, but I remember looking over at the smaller figure. It seemed to be looking at me, with a black hood tilted up in my direction. When our gazes met, it suddenly looked down sheepishly. That's about all I remember from the crash. 
 
 When I awoke, I was laying down in a white-walled room on a bed. Outside the sun was shining in, and my mother sat on a chair next to my bed. Dad had died in the crash. 
 
 `` Everyone else was alright.'' She said, smiling as if everything was alright. I could see she was completely devastated inside. `` We were a little worried about you, you've been asleep for about two weeks now.'' 
 
 The doctor came in a little while later, and began explaining the situation with my legs. They'd been mangled in the crash he said, and without immediate and adequate treatment I may never walk again. I spent three months at the hospital learning. 
 
 One night, at the hospital, I was laying in bed wide awake. I could n't gt to sleep however hard I tried, and I kept tossing and turning. That morning I'd seen out the window a screaming man brought in from the ambulance lying down on a stretcher. I think he'd died, and that's what worried me. Suddenly, Out of the corner of my eye, standing quietly in the corner next to the door, I saw a movement. I turned my head, and the little hooded figure was standing there, quietly in the corner next to the door. The hood was turned towards me again. it all felt a little bit wrong al of a sudden. I knew that this should frighten me and scare me, but I could n't help but feeling a weird sense of calm. The room was filled with a strange warmth, and it felt like an eternity locked in the gaze of the little hood. After a while, a sudden chill came over the room, it felt like id suddenly been flung out into an arctic wind, and at the door appeared the gaunt hood, he took one look at me, and all of a sudden I was asleep again. 
 
 Life went on. I did n't see either of them for a couple of years, not until I was about 12. I'd told a few people about the experience, but they just said I'd been dreaming, and it was reasonable enough to believe I'd been hallucinating or in such a state of stress that I was seeing things after the crash. But it felt real, it felt genuine. Of course, by this time I'd worked out who the gaunt hood was. It could only really have been Death, but who was the little one. And why did it keep staring at me?
