Reincarnated

It was at night. I was walking alone. I got out of a closing mall, only to find myself going through many rows of dead shoplots. Lifeless flourescent lights flickered in empty mamak stalls. Its seedy workers sit around a table, watching me as I walk by cautiously. I end up at a junction, somewhere in the back alleys. Are they trying to kidnap me again? It's so dark. A shadow glides by... on a bicycle. A very old woman cycles towards me. Something looked wrong with her. I walked away, and I bump into someone. We talk incomprehensibly for a moment, and the old lady cycles up behind my friend. Under the darkness of her headscarf, I could see that her eyes were merely two large holes in her face. A skull covered in skin... she was death. Her small, hunched figure waited for me patiently. I walked away as fast as I could. She followed, slowly and confidently in a distance. I couldn't run. It was like someone had pressed the slow-motion button. I managed to literally crawl back to the safety of my home, and she screams in a pained hollow sound. She turns away. And I wake up. But in real life, she has caught up with me.

In this death, I am liberated.