Death

Date: 4/30/2016

I was dreaming in my dream. My parents were upstairs in their room talking. Someone knocked on our front door. I opened the door and screamed. On our bottom step, Death stood there. With his black cloak with a hood and giant scythe. I ran into my living room and found Ben (my cousin) sitting there. "Do not be afraid," he said. I nodded, went back to the door and screamed again even louder than the first time. Death had moved up to more steps closer to the door. I ran into the living room again and Ben was still sitting there. I sighed and went back to the door. I opened it again and Death was on the porch. I screamed a blood curdling scream and ran back into the living room. "Fiona, you have to face your fears. Scream in his face," Ben says to me. I nod, forcing back my tears and go to the door one last time. I open the door and Death is standing there in the doorway. I open my mouth and scream in his face an angry scream. Death got scared and fell down all of our concrete stairs and barfed. The End.