She moved in on the Friday morning
He was getting out of his car when she called him over
The man next door had died
A bit weird, he thought
It would be two months later when she told him, the woman next door had died
He walked away with a wry smile. She was definitely the Grim reaper
Six months later, she summoned him over. It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to tell him someone had died
The young lad in the house behind her had hung himself
He knew that young lad. This would be seven people he knew who had hung themselves. He felt like hanging her just to even things up.
It was that night he had the nightmare. He was in a courtroom. Sat across from him was the Grim reaper, above her hung all the bodies in her charge
The prosecutor addressed him as the murderer of Grim reaper, 267/496, killed doing her public duty. What did he plead
He didn’t understand, she was sat across from him. Surely they could see this.
What possessed you to kill, Grim reaper, 267/496, the prosecutor shouted
I didn’t kill her, how could I possibly kill someone who is still alive
You mock this court. How dare you mock this court, there can be no sentence except death by hanging
He screamed himself awake. God, what a god awful dream, I really need to stay away from that old bat
It was a Friday morning when he moved into his new house
Later that day, he met the woman from across the road. She welcomed him into the street
He informed her. THE MAN NEXT DOOR HAD DIED.