Is Death Really The End?

I stared at her, wide mouthed and in complete disarray. I was speechless. She was elegant looking almost as if she descended from some royal bloodline. She spoke again. " Well this is weird, didn't think anyone was in this house. " . I finally snapped out of the trans I was in and replied to her " Excuse me, uh who are you and why are you here?" She answered back with a sigh " People call me many things, but my actual name would be Alice. " Alice? Her name is definitely weird for the 21st century. She spoke again this time interrupting my thought.

" For why I am here is a shower I'm soaked in blood as you can see. " So it was soaked in blood but why? Apparently I didn't realize that I said it out loud. She said " Don't worry it's not blood from any human. " "Then where is it from! " I exclaimed without thinking. " Watch your tone boy, this blood is from something I call a * Wicked * . " A " Wicked "? "What's tha-" but before I could ask her she interrupted me with a bone chilling question of her own.

"Tell me, are you afraid of *death*. " The question alone would be enough to have anyone trying to find a way out of that hell tainted bathroom, but it was weird I was abnormally calm about the situation even though 3 minutes ago I was going to die by a tornado. I answered " Well yes? Isn't everyone what would the purpose of living have if you didn't fear the end. " She replied " Quite the outlook you have on life for someone your age. " What's that supposed to mean I thought to myself. She spoke again " Do you want to continue living?"

I thought about it for a moment. My life wasn't necessarily bad nor was I really sad enough to want to die. But my gut told me either way I answered this, I would be killed. After what was about 3 minutes I replied to her. " Not really life or death I don't think any of it has a meaning. Eventually we all die, life is just one big long procrastination of the inevitability of death. " She smiled, and without another word she sprang towards way too fast for me to react or even keep my eyes on her. And with one swift movement she stabbed me right in the heart with her hand. I coughed up blood. It didn't hurt. It was almost blissful in a way, it was like the weight of having to carry a body was suddenly dropped. But before everything went dark she whispered something rather bizarre to me. " Don't worry death isn't the end, it's just the beginning for you. " and with those the last words before I died, my conscientious faded away into dark. But I wasn't dead. I was confused but I certainly wasn't dead. I was just in a void of infinite darkness. Then I heard *it * not the girl called Alice but this thing was a definite it a monstrosity of sorts almost. It said " Things are going to get interesting. " and with that I awoke or more like resurrected.