Tell A Tale — Gothic Fiction

The Grim Reaper By Cerise Buckle

It was the first day Death was staying with Sofia. After the ‘unsuccessful attempt’ of collecting her soul, he gained the alias John Smith and was now living under her roof. Yes, it was unprofessional of the Grim Reaper to live among a human and his boss will probably not be pleased, but he’ll deal with that later.



Death inquisitively watched Sofia pour him a cup of tea, staring at her as if she was the only thing there. She came towards him, put the hot drink down on the coaster and sat opposite him.



‘Why didn’t you kill me last night? Why didn’t you take my soul?’ The young woman questioned.



He narrowed his eyes, trying to slow down the racing thoughts galloping inside of his mind. ‘Shouldn’t you be more concerned about what’s going to happen now?’



‘Right. You don’t want to answer my question. That’s fine.’ Sofia sighed as a blanket of silence fell above them. She waited eagerly for him to break it.



‘I don’t understand why you’re so calm.’ Death thought a loud.



‘And I don’t understand what you’re doing here!’



Well, she’s not so calm anymore.



Tears threatened to come out of her eyes, pleading for reassurance. No words came from Death so Sofia said the first thing that came to her mind.



‘What am I going to do? My life is a mess. Yesterday you barged in here, about to take my soul –’



‘I did knock.’ Death pointed out.



‘-interrupting me stuffing myself with cookie dough ice-cream because my girlfriend of three years dumped me! Three years!’



He wasn’t sure, but Death was convincingly suspicious that Sofia was angry. She put her face into her hands, both feeling the shiver travel up her spine.



‘Can I join you acknowledging your problems in life?’ Death suggested.



Sofia looked up from the ground and gave him a dissatisfied look. ‘You’re not very good at making people feel better, are you?’



‘Well, how can I make you feel better?’



‘Try and comfort me.’



‘How do I do that?’



Sofia glanced at Death, noticing the curiousness dancing in his eyes as her muscles were beginning to relax. ‘Right now I just really don’t know what to do.’



‘You gave me my name.’ Death mentioned.



‘That’s not a good thing.’



‘You’ve collected thousands, well millions, of souls and I don’t know why in hell you’ve kept me alive. I was supposed to die last night, John! Why didn’t you do it?’ Sofia stressed.



He said nothing, knowing now he’s a rogue supernatural being and a fake human all in one and he himself wasn’t so sure what to do now.



The knocking of the door interrupted them and Sofia went over to see who was there. As she opened it, she was met with the sight of an unfamiliar figure who was leaning against the far right wall. Death creeped up behind her, recognising the individual straight away.



‘You know why I’m here. Don’t stop me.’


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