Where is all the color.
The place is so gloomy.
But everything else seems to function the same.
Hmm…This requires some getting use to.
Hey Grandma. I haven’t seen you in years. What are you doing here?
I live here. She said. In this dull boring place?! I couldn’t live here. It’s seems so lifeless.
You will get use to it. She said. Something got my attention and I glanced away.
When I looked back she was gone.
I feel heavy and weary as if I’m being held down by some gloomy force.
I heard a humming and when I looked around, there was someone in a black robe writing in a book.
What a strange way to dress. I thought.
Hello sir. What’s your name? I asked. Ted Haima. He replied, without looking up at me.
What a strange name. I thought.
Ted Haima said he wanted to show me something so I should follow him. Reluctantly I did.
On our way to – wherever, a lot of people seemed to know him. They all looked at him with fear?
He must be the one that runs this town. I thought. We arrived at an accident scene. It looked awful.
I asked Ted what happened.
He didn’t respond.
I went to have a closer look.
It was … me! How could this be?!
Ted looked up at me. Revealing a skeleton structure where his face should be.
The stick he had in his hand was actually a scythe.
You are …
That means I am …
It can’t be!
Wait, TED HAIMA = I AM DEATH
Alive and unscathed!