You were never the type to believe in holy spirits or Heaven and Hell, always thinking you would just not exist anymore after death.

It was a dark night, outside your favourite Pub. You were very happy and forgetting all bad times. Walking down the street you felt an eerie presence in the distance, always watching you. You've grown to ignore that feeling but it got too intense that night.

"You can't dodge me, Little soul. I'm going to catch you." It growled behind you, a deep and scary voice.