Between Grace and Graves

The sirens have recently been going off more commonly than they have been in this area, as much as the death rate increasage, but the man responsible has not been found, they have pictures of him from cameras and such, though they never found out who he really is.

Today I was alerted by the news to lock the doors and windows, close all windows, every night, whenever the sun dies, because that's when it's his killing time.

What they call him? The Grim Reaper. Why? Mainly for what he does, his mission seems a lot similar to that of the Grim Reaper's in common myth, this is just more realistic. This man is a living member of a one-man cult, or so the media believes.

He is a caucasian male, looking around the age of 25-26, and he always wears a hoody sweat shirt, sometimes in black, sometimes in red, but usually in black for it to not be as noticeable that he's there. We were also fed with a live-recording from a school's camera of him brutally killing a male janitor, if the janitor had not died, he would've been sentenced to prison anyways, the camera caught him snooping in the girls' locker room.

They found him dead, hanging in the shower room. Whoever this hooded-man is, watch out for him, he comes from the belief that life is suffering, and takes an extremist view of it, and kills everyone as he sees death as a form of enlightenment, and the belief that he is the chosen one by the gods to eliminate every living organism on every square inch in the infinite, expanding universe. How do I know this? Well... I'll get to that shortly.

After this recent issue that's being constantly in the news, new deaths found every day, the man untrackable, a few other states, even outside of the United States have claimed similar stories, in fact they almost resemble the same exact man, except different descriptions of the man's appearance, though the clothing is always the same, and so is the cultist.

This caused a theory to spread around that he actually is the chosen one, and will continuously reincarnate until he has completed his mission, so what would be the point of killing him if he will just come back? Let's just hope the next time he dies, he doesn't arrive back on Earth...

The other night I forgot to lock my basement door, and thought that the chances of him were breaking in were completely unlikely, mixed in with the feeling of laziness, so I left it unlocked over the night... The ONE night I left it unlocked was the night he busted in. I heard the door slam shut downstairs, and strangely enough the one breaking in locked it back up, possibly so it takes me more time for me to escape if I attempt to.

I was upstairs in my bed, praying it to be just a burglar, not the man on the news, but I am always busting my luck, as soon as I looked up in the darkness of the house, looking through my open door, I could make out a figure standing there, watching me, just standing there, it was hard to see him due to the darkness, but I could distinguish it. I knew it had a hood... it was him.

Nothing to do, I had no where to go, nothing to protect me with, I just lied there trying not to breath, hoping he hadn't noticed me. Why was he just standing there? My god, he reminded me of a wax-statue. As he began walking in, he reached along my wall to turn the light on. Once it turned on, I screamed, "Please! What do you want?"

"Why is everyone afraid of enlightenment?" he replied in an unexpectedly low voice. I couldn't make out his face due to his hood.

"I love life!" I tried to convince him, but I was in so much fear I couldn't reason or think straight, all I could do is act according to instinct and grab my lighter.

The man sighed and told me to drop the lighter, and I did, knowing it wouldn't do anything and the man knew it. I noticed he only had a switch blade, not a gun or anything like that, so I had a great advantage of surviving this. Once he drew himself closer to me, I took my blanket that covered me, threw it over him, and ran out of my room in search for anything to defend my with, and what do you know? God did answer my prayers, my 9mm that I got for my taxi job was setting out, the man must've been planning on using it but forgot to.

I picked it up, waiting for him to come out of my room, but I heard no sound. I waited and waited, wondering what was taking so long. I didn't want to go back there, it was probably a trick. Instead I waited, waited for him instead of him waiting for me. Finally I heard footsteps coming out of my room, holding the lighter I picked up and a can of axe. I hesitated to shoot, but I did, missed of course, and I realized that it was my only bullet, so I couldn't let him know that.

"How about this? You leave without my death, let me live for another year or so, or I will shoot you right in the face, the first shot was a warning," I said, trying to sound threatening.

"I have to get back to work anyways, it seems I haven't negotiated well with you. I will get you eventually though... for sure I will get you eventually," he said, running out of my door.

I locked it back up and stayed guard all night by it, listening for any peeps, and I can't forget that night... Whoever he is after now is being enlightened. I realized that the man was right, life is suffering.

I been awake for a week straight, paranoid, it's sufferng. Why didn't I just take the gift he offered?