My debt has come due. The deal has run it’s course. It had been so long that I nearly blocked it out. It seemed like a dream. Like another nightmare. But this is real. I couldn’t hide from the truth.
The Man with the Shadow Voice followed me home today. I didn’t know he was there on the porch with me. He is as quiet as the night. When he said “hello” I dropped my keys.
I invited him in. I didn’t know what else to do. We sat in my living room as though this was a normal social call.
At first we sat in silence. I wondered if I should offer him something to drink. I wondered if he drinks anything.
I didn’t offer. I desperately wanted water. My throat was dry and tight. Just as I had the courage to get up he finally spoke.
I felt the cold air of his words as he told me that I am going to die on October 31st. This October 31st. I am going to die on Halloween. Less than a month away. I felt the dark close in around me.
I wasn’t scared. Not really. I’ve been so scared. This was almost a relief. No more waiting. No more denial. No more avoidance. No more guilt.
I am going to die. I accept that. I am going to die like I should have years ago.
What happens next? Read the next part of the story here.
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