write a story my encounter with death
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I was only ten years old when I met death.
I have heard stories of people who died, were brought back to life, and claimed that they saw heaven. I wish that was how my experience was. I saw something beyond heaven and hell: true death.
I still remember every detail about what happened. I was on vacation with my family on a rented lake house. It was a beautiful day, but I still saw a couple small gray cloud overhead. I was sitting on the edge of the pier in front of the house, my feet dangling over the edge, into the water. I wasn’t a good swimmer, but I liked the feel of the water on my feet.
A low, muffled sound started up from behind me. It carried with it a foul smell of decay. I saw a figure that continues to haunt my dreams today. It had most of the basic features of a man, but it did not look human at all. He was the largest man I’d ever seen, standing at about seven feet tall, with a large, fat frame that made him appear even bigger. He wore black pants, but no shirt, showing a thick red streak running down his stomach. His eyes were a solid black color, and his mouth stretched from ear to ear, forming a permanent sadistic smile.
And then he was gone. He seemed to vanish in thin air. But the smell and sound was still there.
I just sat there, shocked. I couldn’t comprehend what I’d just seen. Suddenly, I felt a meaty hand grab my leg, and drag me off the pier into the water.
I heard my parents cry out as I fell in. I looked down, and saw that it was the fat man dragging me down. Torrents of water flooded into my mouth and nose. I tried to kick him with my free leg so that he could let go, but it didn’t seem to have any effect at all. I began to feel faint, and then, suddenly, I was fully awake again. I looked up and saw my own body float to the surface.
The next thing I knew, I was on the other side of the lake. I saw my family trying to save me as the man dragged me further away from them, into the forest. When I couldn’t see them anymore, he looked down at me.
I tried to run away, but he pulled me back. He held me in a tight embrace. My face was pressed against his body, and all I could see was darkness. I tried to push myself away, but he was too strong. I desperately started hitting him, but it didn’t seem to hurt him. As I resisted, the sounds seemed to get even more intense. Suddenly, I realized what the sounds were. They sounded like muffled screams, and they seemed to come from within him. I stopped fighting, and they seemed to die down to whimpers of despair.
The man lifted me off the ground, and opened his oversized mouth. He had crooked rows of long, sharp, yellow teeth that dripped with blood and saliva. The sounds seemed to become clearer. He brought me closer to his face, and I felt my body being drawn to his mouth.
It was then when I realized what the screams were. They were the souls of other people he had taken before their time. They cried and screamed to be set free, but they were trapped forever. And I was about to join them.
I tried to break free of his grasp, but I couldn’t. I looked into his wide mouth. Inside, there was complete blackness, and the rotting smell was even more intense on his breath. I heard people screaming, trying in vain to climb out through his mouth. I could feel my body dissolving, and I was just some shapeless form drifting out of his hands, into his mouth. Just a mist, a ghost, flowing into the jaws of death.
And then I woke up on the boardwalk again, coughing up water.
My mother hugged me. “Oh, thank God. Are you okay?”
“What happened?” I asked.
“You fell in the lake,” she said. “I had to give you CPR.” She did not let go of me. “You got to be careful. You could have--“ She couldn’t even finish her sentence, before choking up.
I didn’t tell her about what I saw. I couldn’t bring myself to talk about such horrible things. I knew she wouldn’t believe me, probably thinking that I had gone crazy. But it still haunts me to this day. Sometimes when I close my eyes I can still see his face. His cold black eyes. His twisted smile. His obscenely long teeth that welcomed me into the jaws of death.
Sometimes, I can still see shadows of him around dead people. I didn’t see him when my grandfather passed away from old age, but I see him on the news. When they talk about young people dying in some kind of accident, I can sometimes see his shadow during any footage of the scene of the accident. Nobody else seems to notice it, but I can never take my eyes off the dark figure in the background laughing and patting his growing belly like a man who had just a large meal.
I tell myself that isn’t what happens to everyone when they die, but I can’t help but think that he will come for me again eventually