"You are lucky, young one," the phantasm spoke. "You get to continue your life."
I was breathing hard. Finally, the long, strenuous battle was over. "What was it you wanted from me?"
The phantasm lifted it's left arm and removed the black leather glove that covered it. "To complete my hand. Now that you aren't dead, it will not be finished until I find another soul," he said. A portal opened behind him and he disappeared.
A post card appeared on my doorstep the next day. It said:
I know about the night you lived.