There was a knock on the door.

She woke up with a start to hear the distant sound of an owl hooting.

Another knock!

She looked at the clock on her bedroom wall: the hour hand was cautiously approaching the number 1, as if scared of what might conspire if it touched it.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

‘Who could it be?’ she whispered to herself. She threw her duvet away from her body, got up with a jerk and yanked her dressing gown from the chair beside her bed. Her heart paced fast as she approached the front door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

‘Who could it be? Who could it be?’ She tried to catch a glimpse of her late night visitor through the peek hole only to view the empty hallway outside her apartment. She was relieved and perplexed at the same time.

‘Maybe they left?’

She was just about to look away when there was another knock on her door.

‘But…’  Her blood chilled in her veins. ‘How…’ There was no one in the hallway, then how?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Tears sprung into her eyes and she wanted to run back into the warmth of her bed. But something was holding her back. It was as if her feet were glued to the floor and she couldn’t move. Her hand was not her hand as it moved steadily to open the door. As the door swung open, she caught sight of a black shadow swooping into her apartment.

The vision of a man standing in the middle of living room enveloped her as she heard the door bang shut. There was music in the distance- a sort of humming in the background as she stared at the being in front of her eyes.

She knew he was Death the moment she laid eyes on him.



His face was clear yet indiscernible and his presence was undeniable except at the edges. He seemed suspended in time, as if he existed in every moment, in the past, in the present and in the future unknown. Yet, he was nowhere. He was nothing. He was her long lost friend. He was a foe formidable. He was everywhere. He was everything.

The music in the distance grew louder, a strong beat drummed through her body as he held her in his arms. It was strange dancing with Death. There was a thrill in the way he twirled her around. Her whole body lit up in his arms, yet the flame of her existence began to extinguish. He smirked at her loss of control and her body began to shut down-bit by bit.

The music consumed her as she began to fall through the abyss. Light turned into darkness and the din of life turned into the silence of death.

The clock struck one as her soul left the hubbub of the world.

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A/n: Okay, so ladies and gentleman, I am going to get a little more organized. 😉 If my muse permits, I will be posting short stories every Sunday/Monday, a poem every Saturday and micropoetry throughout the week! So stay tuned folks. A lot more to come your way.

Have a great week ahead! 😀 



  1. randomrose · March 11, 2014

    You just made death so interesting. I absolutely love this

    • anumshafique · March 11, 2014

      Thank you so much randomrose! 🙂

  2. Kenne · March 12, 2014

    Beautifully written, although a little scary (Death!) – keep up your writing experiement (from images) – it is fun!

    • anumshafique · March 12, 2014

      Thank you so much Kenne! 😀 I am glad you enjoyed my crazy story! 😀

  3. Nibhz · March 14, 2014

    Creepy! But beautifully written!

    • anumshafique · March 14, 2014

      Thank you! and death is a little creepy, as all things unknown are.

      • Nibhz · March 14, 2014


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