Follow me… A cold, eerie voice creeps into my mind, making the hand more and more tempting despite my initial refusal. The stench of rot coats my tongue, so real I almost gag. My fingers twitch toward it again, but I freeze just before touching bone.
I glance up, and those hollow sockets blaze with a ghostly blue light, sending my head spinning.
Now then, pop quiz! What happens if I grab Death's hand?
Answer 1: I follow him to the afterlife, and the novel ends. Answer 2: I gain supernatural powers and become Death himself. Or Answer 3! I disappear from existence entirely.
Leave your answers in the comments, dear readers.
As for me? I'm not about to find out. So let's do something stupid today.
I slap the hand away, and to my shock, the hard bones splinter and clatter to the ground.
