Chapter 1
I remember my encounter, unexpected and breif.
It was a visit in the heat of the afternoon, so contrary to the stories I usually hear about the timings of his visitations.
He knocked on my door though he didn't need an invitation.
What a gentleman.
He trailed me into the living room, how ironic.
He just stood there with his heavy stare weighing on me.
His presence continued to take up more and more space in the room until it felt as if I was backed into a corner.
Everything I know about him is from what I have heard.
I heard he has many ways different way of carrying out his purpose, but the end result always remains the same.
For some he affords peace, calling ahead so that they can be ready to receive him.
Others he torments, stalking them over their lifetime waiting to pounce.
Others receive sudden visits out of the blue without a warning; ready or not.
Which treatment is in store for me I think to myself.
I closed my eyes and waited for the nothingness that I hear I should expect.
Confusion replaces anticipation as my skin still feels life around me.
My ears still hear, my nose smells and I can still feel the dryness of my mouth.
Is it over? or as it not yet began; either way I still dare not open my eyes or move an inch.
The stillness of the moment lifts with his gaze as he vanishes.
Was his visit a reminder or a warning?
At best, we can only delay the inevitable, but what do we do with the uncertainty?
