The Final Destination

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It was a dark and stormy night and I was alone in my house. I had been hearing strange noises coming from my attic for weeks and I was determined to find out what was going on. I slowly opened the door to the attic and was met with a chill in the air. The only light was a single candle, which lit up a figure standing in the corner. I couldn't make out its face, but I could see that it was holding something in its hands.

I took a step forward and the figure spoke. “I know what you are afraid of,” it said. I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized what it was holding. It was a human skull.

The figure stepped forward and I could see its face in the candlelight. It was a skeleton, its empty eye sockets gazing at me. “You are afraid of death,” it said, “and death is coming for you.”

Suddenly, I heard a loud thump from the other side of the attic. I turned around and saw a dark figure standing in the corner. I could feel its presence as it slowly moved towards me. I backed away in terror and the figure lunged forward. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and then everything went black.

I awoke to find myself in the afterlife, surrounded by the same figure I had seen in the attic. As I looked around, I could see the other souls that had come before me, all of them in various states of despair and terror. I realized then that death was inevitable and that no matter how hard I tried to avoid it, it was always coming for me.

 

 

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