White Death(Worth the read)

White Death
lam currently sitting in frend of my computer, scared witless. Every moment could he my last.
My friend is here with me and he is the sole reason why my life is in danger. Ismay neojake
sense at first explain.
It all started earlier today, when a friend of mine my house and slammed the deer
behind him. His eyes were wide with fear and he steed there with his back deer.
breathing heavily, I asked him what had happened and he teld me this stery:
He had been living with his Aunt fer the lastyear Deeanne his parents were in Mexico, They
were doing mission work at a small hospital in Southern Mexico, The previous night a
bedraggled man had stumbled through the entrance of the hospital. He was screaming in
Spanish and appeared he eut of his mind with derrer.
They brought him ayer a chair and lytham sit dawn. sits he caught his breath, he teld his stery
in broken English. He claimed that his sister had been killed by something he referred as
La Muerte Blame". He kept saying that itwas coming fer him next.
Comfused, they asked him whe er what a Blame was. With a leek of unfathomable
fear en his face, he said that La Muerte Blame was The White Death. She is the soul of a girl
whe died years age. She died by her ewn hand, he said, alene and unloved, She hated life so
much that she wanted remove all traces of herself frem the earth. Se greatwar her desire
completely alliterate her memory, that she returned frem the dead as a vengeful spirit bent en
killing all these whe knew of her existence.
She is a girl, hotnut a girl, he said. She? net dead, alive, She has cold, black eyes
thatfeel bleed. She walks without ever actually seeming move an inch. She stalks her
victims like a wild animal, pursuing them acre's rivers and valleys, trailing them back their
hem's. You are never really aware that she is following you, until you hear her telltale knock
upon your deer.
She knocks ence fer you skin, which shell use patch her ewn decaying flesh. Twice fer your
hair, which shell gnash between her teeth. Three times fer your hen's. which shell fashion into
clubs, Fem times fer your heart, which shell tear eut of your chest. Five times fer your teeth,
which shell palish and keep in a hex. Six times fer your eyes, which shell pluck eut ene by ene.
Seven times fer your soul, which shell swallow whale."
No matter where you go, The White Death will track you dawn and you will hear her terrible
en the deer. You can try outrun her, but she? faster than any meatal man. If
you flee frem your heme while she? knocking en your deer. she will feller you wherever you
The terrified man was certain that this thing had killed his sister. He had tried tell the police,
White Death butthen weild heylisten, dismissing it as an eld wives' tale. Next he
had tried tell his priest butthe priest immediately shuttle deer of the church in his face and
turned him away. The priestess seen The White Death following him, he said, and did wetwang
With his head in his hands, the frightened man said thatthe White Death fellers you forever
until you tell sameone else eheut it Then it strikes. It kills you and begins following the persin
you teld.
After finishing his tale, the man stele a car frem the mission hospital parkinglot and vanished
into the night.
Apparently, my friend? mather and father had immediately called his aunt and teld her aboutthe
stange man they had encountered, They asked her if she had ever heard of the White Death.
She said she had net and they proceeded tell her the stery that the man had teld them.
The aunt get a slimeball later that night. Itwas the Mexican police. They teld her thatthe parents
had been found dead outside the hospital. They had been tern apart,
My friend? justhad immediately called him at break the had news him. sits he cried,
she teld him she couldn' t understand whached happened. She recounted the whale stery him,
telling him aboutthe strange man whe had turned up in the hospital justicars refere his parents
were found dead. She teld him hew the man had given his parents a weird and disturbing stery
eheut something called The White Death.
When he hung up the plume, he had struggled come terms with whached happened. It
almost didn' t seem real him. When he sethome after , he found the frend deer of his
Aunt':; house standing epin. Inside was a trail of Heed. leading into the kitchen. There en the
kitchen floor, he found his Aunt':; dead hedy. She had been tern limb frem limb,
He ran eut of the house and all the way acre's tawn. never , until he reached my
house, sits he teld me this stery. I could hardly believe it Within the space of a day, his mather.
his father and his justhad been murdered. It all seemed tee .
I could utter a word, my friend and I hem receded in herrer as we heard a
knocking begin at my frend deer.
We' been staring atthe deer fer an hem now, neither of us wanting epin it The
knotting's still going en. and leader. She never gives up. She never quits,
La Muerte Blame is unstoppable, Ithink she wants scare us. my friend and I. Ithink she
wants us blame each ether. And I m I Phlame my friend. It? all his fault. He sheild never
have teld anouther.
sits I hithere in my heme. beside my friend, hem of us listening that hideous knocking
growing ever louder, Iwish a let of things. Iwish she had killed my friend refere he reached
my house, If he had never been able tell me anouther. ' tloa in danger new. I' m
serry I ever mothim.
And I' m serry fer you tee. I' m serry I made you read this stery. I' m serry I ever teld you eheut
the White Death. Because new thatyou knew anouther. shell he coming fer you next.