I don't remember everything leading up to the important parts...
I was at some sort of camp. We were going to have a pool party for Halloween soon.
I was out hiking, I guess, in the woods when I stumbled upon this tent made from tarp. It was up in some rocks so I climbed up to see it. My little cousin was following even though I told her not to.
When I looked inside the tent, I saw a lot of death. There were bones and dried blood everywhere. I told her to run away and as we started to I saw him in the forest.
The only way to try and describe him was the grim reaper with skin. You could sense his evilness. He turned to me and I tried to run but I couldnt.
He told me I would be his. I was his. He told me everyone would die if I didn't listen to him. I told him I wouldn't do what he wanted and I ran off.
I kept this secret from my family and friends. But as halloween drew closer I found myself thinking about the strange death man more and more.
The day before when we were setting up for the party, I felt a chill go through me. I freaked out a little but decided it was nothing. Then I stepped into the backyard where we had a beautiful garden and abundance of beautiful plants.
As soon as my foot touched the ground, everything began to die. The grass turned dry and brown, the roses wilted to black and crusted. Every single thing turned brown and gray. It was all dead.
I started crying at the death I'd created. Then I knew he had been right. I had become a King Midas of sorts, but everything I touched died instead of turning to gold.
I decided to run back to his makeshift home in the woods. I would tell him I'd stay with him as long as my family and friends were not hurt.
When I got there, he was about to vanish. I tried to stop him but I was too late. I knew he'd be back at the party so I ran back.
When I got there everyone seemed fine, except me because I was shouting trying to figure out where he was. I tried to describe him without terrifying everyone.
Then someone screamed and I turned to see him standing in the gateway.
My heart jumped and I ran to him. I pleaded with him to just talk to me, that he could have me but we had to talk and I had to understand.
No one wanted to let me go alone with this strange man that created fear with every step, but after much convincing, they let me leave.
We walked just down the block. He put his arm around me like a protective boyfriend. He told me how much he loved me and that he would never give up on me. That he believed I could one day love him.
I was speechless and terrifed. He explained his life some more and somehow I grew to have pity for him. Then I began to think I might actually love him back, but I was ashamed of my love for him. No one would approve and no one would understand. I didnt even understand and with that I became more fearful.
I conceded there might be a chance I'd love him one day, not letting on to my feelings, but he couldn't have my friends and family.
I don't remember the agreement we came to, but I think he left us alone and I hugged my friends and family without fear I would take their lives by touching them.
