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last night was real. It seemed real but couldn't have been. I tried to wash the mark off again and realized it had grown. There were marks further up my arm and suddenly I watched in terror as eight black spikes grew out from my wrist.

"They call it the mark of eight scythes. It appears only the people who have seen death itself and lived to tell about it." Came a voice from behind me.

I couldn't move at all.
"Don't worry the paralysis should wear off soon. Unfortunately for you there are few who have survived that mark. If you live long enough I want you to call me."

Suddenly I was overcome by screeching pain, and darkness surrounded me. Out of the black the cloaked creature appeared before me. Its body floated above the ground like black fire. A skull appeared under the hood and the booming voice returned.
"This is not your time. I have something special planned for you" It disappeared with a bone chilling laugh.

I reappeared in my kitchen and I could move. On the floor was what looked like a business card, it read. "For any assistance with the supernatural, flip this card over."
I flipped it over and saw only a tiny little dot. "Well how is this supposed t-"
Suddenly I was sucked into the card. I felt like a was falling thenhit a brick wall. I heard elevator music and stood up to see I was in one. I looked at the buttons to see that their were only five, they read

B1
B1
B1
Misc.
And a huge button that read, Press this button for supernatural help.
Well know he's just screwing with me' I thought. But I pressed it anyway and it started to go down and then shot upward. Then it suddenly stopped and the door opened to a big room with nothing in it but a secretary sitting at her desk.

"Excuse me I am here for-" I was cut off.
"Let me guess, supernatural help" she said in a sarcastic, nasally voice, "Right over there"
She said as she pointed to a door to my left.

"Ah, so you survived the mark. May I ask how?" the man said as I walked through the door.
"Not until you tell me how to get rid of it"
"Heh, you can't get rid of it"
"Then why did you tell me you could help"
"Well for the record I never said I could help you, but I can show you how to use the mark of eight scythes."
"What do you mean use' it?"
"The mark holds the very power of the, wellI guess you could call him the Grim Reaper and if you learn to control that power the possibilities are endless."

I raised my arm and looked at the mark that had grown yet again.
"Why don't you think it over because if you agree there is no turning

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