entered her room after taking a shower, she discovered two things. For one, she
wasn’t alone in her room and secondly, she had left her dirty panties on the
floor. On the tip of her bed, touching as little of it as possible, sad a man
in a beige suit that was slightly too big. Sandra screamed and clutched the
towel closer around her.
“Oh, I am
terribly sorry to disturb you like that!” the man said as he sprung to his
feet. “Auch. Please stop throwing belongs at me.”
“GET OUT OF
MY HOME!” She screamed, throwing a scented candle at him.
terrible sorry, but – auch- that is simply not possible.”
call the police, you psycho!”
that won’t do you any good. See, I can’t leave the house without your soul.”
stopped with her phone in her hand and looked at the shy man.
He drew the
tip of his shoes around the carpet and kept his gaze low.
“I am, you
could say, a ahem, a reaper of souls. So to speak. I’m sorry if this is an inconvenient
time for you. I will turn around so you can get dressed.”
do no such thing, you perverted intruder. Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
The man made a small jump in his big suit and looked at her as if it took
tremendous courage to do so.
not taking my soul, do you hear me? It’s mine and I’m using it. So get out of
here. Right now.”
He ran his
fingers nervously through his dark blond hair before answering.
not… That’s not how it works. Your… Your time is up. One might say. And it is
erh my job to- to collect your soul.”
opened her drawer and picked some clean underwear.
“Just no. I’m
not going. Neither is my soul.” She dropped the towel and the soul collector in
the beige suit stumbled into the bed and fell on his face.