Thread: Cold hand of Death, demanding it's due.

Open arriving home that day, three crows had been neatly seated upon out most edge of her houses roof, silently cawing at each other, generally acting like crows did, that time of year. They seemed to have no specific interest in her, just like any other crow, ignorant to human beings until actually shooed away. Should she've shooed away the crows, they would've reacted accordingly, and flown away. But unlike usual crow behavior, they all returned shortly after, once she'd found her way inside the house, no long able to observe them. However now, they where joined by a forth. A strange, sinister 'misfortune', had been following this young woman, for a little more then a year now, ever since the horrible accident, that had taken away a few other lives. But she had miraculously survived in the hospital bed. Woken up, without even carrying any serious long-term injuries. A miracle, it had been called. More like a freak of nature, at that point. Death already had his long cold fingers upon her soul, having already halfly pulled her soul from her body, but in an instant, he had been pushed away, and life swung through her again. Furious with this unnatural development, directly spitting in the laws of natures face, death had tried again and again, to take the young womans life. Nature had already decided her days where to end. Why could he not make it? But again and again, she'd avoided it. Her luck, seemingly having no ends. Everyone called her unlucky, to be near horrible accidents so often. But Death knew different. It was a freakishly unnatural luck, that was keeping her clinging to life. And he needed to find an end to it! A horribly strong wind was blowing that night. Sending leaves, branches and small materials flying through the air. The loud screeches of small cracks in her house, with little significance to the houses temperature, but just large enough to make that eerie sound. Something seemed odd about this cold, harsh wind. As if a warning of something unnatural. But all the wind hadn't gotten this strong, until a time where she'd fallen asleep. But with this harsh wind, she would suddenly be woken, by a loud smacking noise, as if her front door had been opened wide, and then swung closed with an unnatural force. However, before she could even think about checking her front door, she heard a tapping at the window, in which ever room she slept. Should she ignore it at first, it would chime again. And again and again, until she'd go to check her window. And in the second the curtains where off, a loud caw from the crow outside it sounded, and it flapped its wings furiously. And what she saw, was certainly an unnatural phenomenon. Her roof, garden and porch, where littered with black and grey crow wings, hopping and cawing around, seemingly acting natural, if ignoring the vast amount of birds. And now, another smack of her front door went through the house. Followed by yet another. And as soon as she got in eye sight of the door, she'd see that it was open, now being violently sent swinging back and forth, by the harsh, roaring wind. Another tapping against glass was heard from the window, now inside the living room. Followed by another from the kitchen. Two more from the living room. The five from the upstairs room. An unrecognizable amount from her bedroom. The pattern continued, until the sound of milions of crow beaks, tapping against her windows, screamed through her house. The spectacle continued for a few moments, before reaching a sudden stop, when her door was swung wide open, now being held by an almost grayish, pale hand. A dark mist almost seemed to glow from it, as her eyes would follow it down, to the figure who owned this hand, a tall dark deminure standing in the doorway now, that same dark mist sinisterly flowing behind him. Behind him, a sudden storm kicked in, rain littering her front doorstep, as a lightning cracked the sky, sending a powerful bright blitz through the front hall. And with this lightning crack, the man in her doorways true form, was shortly visible. A freakishly thin creature, hovering above ground, not carried by any legs, and a pale white skeletal hand now placed on the open door, and flaring red mists, staring at her from empty eye sockets. And with the return of the creatures human form, in the now eerie silent, a low, hissing voice, uttered her name. And the creature set its first step towards her.