The Grim Reaper

Many people who have heard my story have called it "strange and unrealistic". Believe me, it is very real.

I think they mostly didn't believe me because I was around 10 at the time. But my cousin was with me, who was 12, and she also remembers our experience.

I was spending the night over at my cousin's house like I normally did on weekends. Her house was only one minute away walking from mine. It was also right next to a public park. If you stepped off her front yard, there were stairs leading up to the park.

Usually, we stayed up watching Mad TV, which starts at 11 pm and ends at 12. It was about to end when we heard a noise from outside her window. One of her windows faces the steps leading to the park. We looked outside and realized it was just the sprinklers from the park, but what we saw next paralyzed us with fear.

We saw the Grim Reaper walking down the steps. It was dressed in a black robe-like piece of clothing with the hood on. It was also carrying a scythe, the long, curved blade. Then it suddenly turned to look at us. This freaked me out the most because its eyes were red! We closed the window right then and just stared at each other, shaking.

After a few seconds had passed, we looked out again, fearing it was coming after us. It was gone. Then my cousin got this crazy idea that maybe it was standing outside her front door (she also has a window that faces her front door). We both looked towards that window and walked to the wall farthest from it. I'm guessing it was about 12:30 when we finally decided to go to sleep, but we slept on the far side since the bed is next to that window. At about 3 in the morning, we heard a car crash outside. We looked out and it had crashed into the steps of the park (the steps mark the end of the street). Then I thought "Could it be the Grim Reaper had made this car crash?" I was mortified by then. This is nothing a 10 year old should have to experience, right?

Well, I'm 14 now, and I'm happy to say we haven't seen the Grim Reaper anymore. But then again, I haven't slept over at my cousin's house since.