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It had been an average day at the
office. Work was done, coffee was drunk, and the manager daydreamed about a
promotion. Then that girl with the scythe appeared on his desk. She was dressed
like a goth who escaped from a comic book convention. She wore a grey robe
decorated with skulls, and long black hair also decorated with a skull-shaped
pin. She planted her rear right on top of the forms he was supposed to work on
after lunch and stared at him with a smug grin on her face.
“Who the heck are you?” The manager
jabbed his finger in her face.
“You can see me?” The girl gasped,
“you must be closer to the end than I thought.”
“Answer the question before I call
security,” the manager raised his voice.
“Fine, fine,” she raised both her
arms in faux surrender, “I’m death... ’s intern.”
“What?” The manager sputtered.
“You see the boss man is really busy
this time of year,” the Grim Intern explained. “So he sends out underlings like
me to handle the less important souls that need reaping. I just got her a
little early see.”
“So here’s what we’re going to do,”
the manager declared. “You’re going to scuttle off to whatever goth hangout you
crawled out from before I call a psych ward and have you sectioned.”
“No need to get hostile,” she
replied, “besides, if I’m gone who’ll carry your soul into the afterlife?”
“That’s it. I’m calling security,”
the manager reached for the phone.
“Fine have it your way, you’re still
going to die,” the Grim Intern floated away and phased right through the
manager’s office door. The manager felt a cold chill go up his spine, but he
did his best to ignore it.
~--~
As the day wore on the manager
decided to slip out of his office and get a cup of coffee. He was ready for
some relief from the busy day. Then he spotted the Grim Intern in wait for him
in front of the coffee machine in the break room.
“Why are you still here?” The
manager snapped at her.
“Just waiting,” she shrugged her
shoulders.
“Get out of my way I need my
coffee,” the manager shooed her away, to which she obliged.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,”
the Grim Intern warned as the manager poured himself a cup of fresh coffee.
“What did you poison it?” He accused
her.
“What no, I only take souls after
they’re dead,” she assured, “I’m just giving you fair warning.”
“Get out of her you freaky specter,”
the manager growled. Again the Grim Intern floated away, phased through the
wall and left only a chill in the air. The manager tried to ignore it and drink
his coffee, but he felt a sudden paralyzing concern. Instead, he passed the
coffee off to the first underling who came into the break room.
“Here I made a fresh pot,” he lied,
but the other man took it without complaint. Then immediately choked on the
contents when he tried to drink it. The manager shrieked in horror, but the
employee quickly recovered.
“Dear lord, that coffee was
horrible,” the employee coughed, “is the coffee machine broken again?” The
manager wanted to slap himself in the face, almost as much as he wanted to yell
at the Grim Intern.
~--~
“I warned you about the coffee,
didn’t I?” The Grim Intern floated behind the manager as he walked through the
halls of the office, but he ignored her.
‘Don’t listen to her, she’s only a
figment of your imagination,’ he told himself. ‘The more I humor her, the more
my sanity will slip.’
“Are you ignoring me? That’s rude,
you know,” the Grim Intern pouted.
‘Ignore her, just walk faster, just
reach the elevator,’ the manager increased his pace.
“Hey, where are you going?” The Grim
Intern sped up to keep up with him.
‘Why won’t she just go away,’ the
manager grit his teeth and turned away from her.
“Don’t ignore me,” she floated in
front of his face, “it’s really unhealthy to ignore a specter of death.” The
manager turned away from her again and shut his eyes tight, so he couldn’t see
her.
‘Almost there, almost there,’ he
thought to himself as he sped up further.
“Fine have it your way,” the Grim
Intern shrugged as the manager reached the elevator.
‘Finally,’ the manager breathed a
sigh of relief as he stepped into the elevator and immediately plunged. In his
hurry, he had failed to notice the out of order and warning signs plastered
outside the empty elevator shaft. The fall wasn’t long, but the landing was
anything but pleasant. As the darkness took him, he saw the Grim Intern again,
she snagged his soul with her scythe and carried him away.
“I told you not to ignore me, but
you didn’t listen,” the Grim Intern laughed as they passed into the afterlife.
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Needless to say, ignoring the lingering specter of death is not a smart idea, regardless of what form it takes.Until next time, Read, Comment and Enjoy
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