The Grim Cat

It felt as though someone was watching me as I wandered through the cemetery. The gravestones stood silently, row upon row, like forgotten soldiers, until a meow broke the silence... A shudder ran down my spine, and a knot formed in my throat. It was him... A small black cat appeared from the mist. The cat took a step forward, morphing into his true form. In front of me stood a tall pale man. "You don't seem surprised to see me?" He smirked. "I accepted my fate long ago." He was the Grim Reaper, and he was here to collect.