A woman is sitting in her old, shuttered house. She knows that she is alone in the whole world; every other thing is dead. The doorbell rings. There is a deep booming voice filling the air. It is shaking the very foundation of the house. The voice is demanding that the woman come open the door immediately. The woman is hesitantly reaching for her old, wooden cane. She decides to slowly creep to the door. …
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…tasty before!" "Your welcome," the woman replied. "I am sorry for this, but your time has come. This is my duty. Please forgive me!" Death exclaims. Death is now racing towards the woman. In mid float, however, Death seems to suddenly stop shot and fall to the floor. The woman knows she has killed the killer. She slowly walks back to her chair, sits down, and enjoys the rest of her lonely life in peace.