Don't fear the Reaper

A slightly disheveled boy came bursting through the door in a hurry, somehow covered in snow despite the high temperatures in my home and general lack of snow where I live. He put his back to the door and slid down restfully, sighing. Suddenly, he noticed my staring at him, and stared back.

This continued for a while until he licked his lips and spoke up. "Oh," said he. "Hello, Alison." The boy looked away awkwardly and bit the inside of his lip. "How's been your day?"

I blinked, dumbfounded. "Wh-who are you? How do you know my name? How in the name of hell did you get into my house in the first place.

The boy looked a touch cowed by my sudden outburst, but quickly recovered. "Well, then," he said, sitting up indignantly. "There's something you might not know about yourself. Something important, something.... fundamental."

I was rather confused about the sudden change in tone. "Wha...?" I scooted backwards and wrapped a towel around myself, suddenly self-conscious about my nudity.

"Everything must come to an end sometime, Alison. Great cities must fall, civilizations crumble; and jus--"

"Skip to it, please? I'm a little impatient."

"Okay," he said. "I'm the Grim Reaper; and you've gone and died. How about that?"

My jaw threatened to hang open, but I wasn't about  to believe a strange man what just fell into my bathroom.  I nearly said something, but the logical side of me was having a fit, weighing the evidence against what was obvious. My body was lying right there, but I was unable to accept the fact that I was still here. It made me feel... alienated somehow.

"Notwithstanding your emotional turmoil right now," he continues, hitting the proverbial nail on the head. "I need to take you somewhere. Come along."

I calmed suddenly, feeling new vigor flow through me.

"No."

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