The old womans laugh

Outside was night, deathly blackness, the morning getting darker never lighter. Fog and mist floated across the ground so covering the holes leading to your death. Large shadows from the moon reflected onto the old oak tree and caught the window of a decaying wooden house. The misty light revealed a hunched up woman in a rocking chair, every movement creaking as if were going to colapse tossing the woman onto the floor. A black shoe on the floor in the corner was atached to a leg of a dead man, in his eternal sleep. The old woman looked down at him and smiled, a smile only used by death. Salavia dribbiled out of the corners of her mouth as she opened to let out a cackleing laugh. So terrible it caused a runner to fall down dead, and a mother to die at birth. The moon went dark, and a black mist surrounded her, terrible screams were heard, and a figure dressed in black emrged from where the old lady was standing. A tall figure apeared, and brought down its dark hood and screached, "I am Death!". In a blast of smoke, it dissapered, leaving the house empty apart from a corpse.