• There once was a rich young woman about 19 living in a small English town known as Youthsburg. Her name was Emile Flunch.
    Every year, Edward Thurstowe (The richest man in all of Youthsburg) would throw a Halloween party in his mansion. Everyone from around the town would flock to Edward's house every October 31. But out of all of these people, Emile Flunch would be the first to arrive.
    Emile loved everything to do with Hallow's Eve. The decorations, the food, and everything you could think of.... But her favorite thing about halloween was Edward's party. She would sew a costume two weeks in advance, and even wear it when she went to the store.

    When the day of the party finally arrived, Emile would hire a limosine rider to pick her up at exactly 7:05 on the nose (She knew that this was the best arrival time for when the mansion opened to the public at 7:30). She would put on her costume a few hours beforehand, and prepare a dish to bring.
    However, on the night of an ordinary Halloween party, everything changed for Emile. She planned everything perfectly (As normal), however... there was one teensy detail she had never thought of. What would she do if her chauffer never showed up?
    This was the problem Emile faced that night. She didn't have her own car, and couldn't hire another chauffer on such short notice... So she decided to walk.
    She would have to walk for about an hour before arriving at the mansion, but she didn't care... She HAD to get to that Halloween party.

    As she was walking, she saw a man in front of her. The man was dressed in a long black robe, and had some sort of smoke machine making it appear that he was floating. He had a large hood covering his entire face.
    She walked up to him. "hello," She said, "are you going to the Halloween party too?". She felt like it was a stupid question. Why else would someone be dressed like a creature from a horror movie?
    He just said nothing.
    "Well, my name's Emile." she said to the man in a kind voice.
    The man said, in a real grotesque voice, "My name is... Walter Flonsworth..."
    "Oh..." she said, not wondering about the man's odd behavior at all.
    "I'm a doctor from the neighboring town..." the man said, "And yes, I'm going to the ball..."
    "I see," Emile said, "So, what are you supposed to be?"
    "I'm Death..." He said.
    "Death, I think I did that once... It was odd because Death is known to be a man, and, obviously, I'm not." She said in a carefree voice.
    "Yes," the man said, "I suppose that would be odd..." Not really showing the least bit of care.
    "So, Mr. Death," Emile said, "When am I supposed to die?"
    The man lifted his cloaked arm like he was looking at an invisible watch.
    "About... ten minutes..." he said.
    "Wow, that's not very long at all..." She said, giggling to herself.
    "No, it's not..."

    The next day, a young man found Emile's body lying on the road. She had been hit by a car, and died.
    It was the first year that Emile hadn't made it to the party.