Mourner stood around the corner of your room, watching you. You were extremely sickly, and you had started seeing him more and more often.

It watched you intently. It’d much rather see you alive, than dead. It had been watching to make sure you were eating, and hoping you’d get better.

It’d even play a game with you, if you so asked. It wanted to make sure you were happy in your last moments, if you didn’t survive. He’d much rather see you alive, though.