You’re standing on the sidewalk, watching the aftermath of a carcrash that resulted in a couple deaths. Across the street, you see a pale man in black robes, hood up, scythe in hand. You make eye contact with yellow eyes. He sees you too. A truck passes between you, and he’s gone. How strange..

You go home, shrugging it off. The man later appears behind you, crouched on the windowsill. Holding his scythe, he leans into it as he stares at you with a creepy grin.

“You can see me, can’t you?”