MEET ME (everybody does)
Hey there, hello. Who am I? Well I would let one of my client tell you the story, in his own words:

“I thought it only happens in movies, you know…Ghost, The Sixth Sense. I couldn’t believe that it wasn’t a dream.
I woke up around 3 am in the morning, still dark outside and in. I got up and proceeded to my bathroom, then I realized this short hunchbacked albino sitting in my living room chair. A cold sensation ran over me; it was dark but the glow was undeniable. I approached him and asked who he was. He spoke in a language that I had never heard before, but somehow I could understand what he was saying…it felt english to me. He introduced himself and told me my time was over. I ran back to my room and sure enough my mortal body was still laying next to my wife.”

Well I am not conceited so don’t want to boast a mouthful about myself, but I think you want to read another diary entry from one of my recent client:

“I can’t believe I am keeping a diary even afterlife. But my encounter with him is still so vivid in my memories that I had to pour it down. I thought he would look like a Grim Reaper, holding a sickle and wearing a hood, not showing his face and all. But no, I guess he just transforms to any form you are familiar with and lets you know of your end in the most annoying and strange fashions, I bet he gets a chuckle out of it every time he does this. Well, in my case, I was just watching Eye Witness news the other day. It was raining cats and dogs outside and occasional thunderstorm would cause momentary power interruption. All of a sudden I got fixated to the newscaster and then he started talking to me. I guess it was English that he was speaking, but I was thrown aback to know he knows my name and all. He then told me that he WAS the death angel and was there to take me. I didn’t believe; I guess if you believe him it makes his job easier…don’t ask me the logic. He then ran few clips with the testimonies from his ‘other clients.’ I got up and next thing I know I was being sucked into the idiot tube.”

Okay, enough about myself now. I guess now you know who I am, do you have any more questions? Good, I thought so.
Now, look around your surrounding for one last time. Get up that chair and waive your body a last goodbye. If you can read this and still understand me, Your time is up!!

THE END

KYA BAAT HAI AISA BHI HOTA HAI KYA .JAB RATH ME SARAB AUR KABAB KHANE SE AISHA HI HOTA HAI....

Lol..

My time is up???i guess from sajah..hahaha...Ya hunchbacked albino i saw that guy in Da Vinci Code..Is that the same guy who is after you Lekhak..:P

my name is borat

It is always nice to see old timers back!! Although I see ur another nick blinking here and there, it was so nice to hear a story from u after so long time!! Nice thriller BTW!!
I can still feel the chill!
Keep writing!!..:)

Wow, thanks for the warm welcome. Hey, atleast Juggy liked it.

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As mortality gives up : i sense a feeling of proximity with the "Grim Reaper, holding a sickle and wearing a hood" look-alike! The fashion statement that i foresee is a bit different though. A Black topcoat floating on the air, the cigar being puffed.

DAMN! my time has begun!!!