The night awakens me, as I look out my window. The wind is stirring around the trees like childrens screams. I stare at the clock, its 3AM. I have a eerie feeling inside. The trees lightly tap on my window, and I shake. I turn over, and pull the covers over my head. I can only see through the sheet. My vision is cloudy, but I can make out the silhoutes. I see something move in the corner of my eye, and I control my head so it doesnt jerk off trying to identify the sorce of the movement. I slowly turn my head over. Then I see a shadow on the window seal. I try not to scream, just hold as still as a bunny being threatened by a cat. I strain my eyes to focuse on the figure. I see a cloak, a black rigid cloak. Its folded around the things body, and it has a hood. I choke back another scream when I see it move. Its swift, and so far, slow. Then something shines in the light of the moon...its a blade. I reach up and put my hand over my mouth. Silently praying that the thing would go away, and leave me unharmed. I control my imagination as best as I can. Its just a dream, its just a dream. I start chanting those
words in my head, though I dont belive it. I start to go cold, my body begins to go numb. The figure moves again, and this time it glides to the side of my bed. I start crying, I start  wispering 'leave me alone', and 'what do you want' as my spit reaches my lips. My eyes are wet, and the tears are soaking into my shirt. I open my mouth to breath better, and I see its hand reach over to me. I start to shake all over, it wont stop. It has not boney fingers, but bone fingers. It glides back the covers, and my head is exposed. My hair, dampened with my tears and spit is matted up slightly.

Its voice booms. "I HAVE COME FOR YOU CINDY JONES!" as he lifts up his scyth, and I could have swore I heard "Duhhh duhh duuuuuhhhhh."

"WAIT!" I scream, and hold my hands over my head. "IM NOT CINDY! MY NAME IS JENNIFER!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs while in fetal position.

The voice goes soft, as if its a childs voice. "No shit?" It asks.

"Yeah-" I say while trembling.

The thing gets out what looks like a schedule. "Jennifer huh?" It says mostly to itself.

"Yeah...Jennifer." I say while looking in disbelief.

"Whoops, wrong home. Sorry about that, Im new to this. My father let me take over for the day. Im now 16!" the voice says with a snort. The hood falls back, and its a skull with braces
on the almost rotted teeth.

"Your kidding me." I say with my mouth gaped.

"Naw, your not going to die for a while. I just got confused. This happens to all the people ya know? The Grim Reaper comes, my dad, and he kills the people. Thats how people die. No white light, no sudden deaths, everyone sees dad before they die. But they are dead, so no one can say anything about it, ya know?" it says while lifting a sleeve up to its nose.

"Uh-uh-...yeah...." I say in total disbelief.

"Well see you in a decade or two Miss." he says while putting his hood back over his head. He trips slightly while going out my window.

I curl up and close my eyes. It was just a dream, it was just a dream. I chant in my head again while rocking back and forth.