Death's Keeper

Prologue

The slithering sound of a snake.

The chirping of a bird.

The croaking of a frog.

The munching sound of a squirrel with an acorn.

She heard all this and much much more.

She heard the screaming of husbands.

The begging of wives.

The crying of children.

She heard all that yet none of those things were around her.

She was at home.

She was in bed.

She wasn't dreaming.

She never was asleep during the hours that most would sleep away. She heard everything they couldn't. She heard things that happened far away. Things that she shouldn't hear. Things that no one should hear.

Her clock ticked in the silence of the room. But the sounds in her ears were anything but silent. They were LOUD. They were the making of nightmares. The sounds never stopped.

She heard them wherever she went. She heard them whenever she went.

She heard the sounds of nightmares. The blood curdling screams of the scared. The ear shattering wails of women. She heard the deaths of others. She heard the dying. She heard much more than any teenager girl should.

But even though they were pained screams, women begging for their families lives, children crying for their dead parents, she didn't cry. Didn't yell. Didn't scream. She didn't lose her mind and end up in an asylum.

She listened.

She listened to those awful sounds. Listened to the screams, the begging, and the crying. Listened to the deaths of others.

She didn't hate it.

She honestly didn't care.

She was just glad it wasn't happening to her.

Then again, no one loved her.

No one cared for or about her.

She was alone.

No family.

No friends.

Just herself and the big house she lived in.

After awhile, she figured out that these screams of terror would stop if she willed them away.

Figured out that she herself could take away the lives of others if she willed it.

Figured out that she could spare the lives of others.

She was the Grim Reaper, death's keeper.

And she loved it.