The Boy Who Was Death

"When Death tires of the reaper’s cloak...

It is sometimes reborn into innocence.

A child of black eyes... with pale white skin.

 He who brings peace and comfort but feeds on your pain and suffering. 

The clock of time is always ticking; there is no running, no escaping it.

When he comes for you...you know your time is up.

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Transcript

SPEAKER_06 0:01

This episode contains mature language and adult situations. Listen to the cowards of the list.

SPEAKER_15 0:42

I am in charge. I am shadowed. Shadows and silence. Growing stronger with your pain and suffering. It was the poison of your darkest thoughts that summoned you to me. I am a shadow dweller. Your tormentor. Your only companion until the abyss swallows you all. I have ripped over the portal between the nether round and your fragile world. My brothers and I are unbound at last. And we come to enslaved, to torment, to save the chorus of your screams. As you drown, we stay. As you start now, stories.

SPEAKER_02 2:30

A boy who was death.

SPEAKER_15 2:44

Some say death wears a black cloak. Others say he carries a scythe. But sometimes death comes in a form you never expect. Like the face of a child, and when he takes your hand, there's no running or escaping.

SPEAKER_00 3:29

The one with the black hair? I swear he had black eyes. Yeah, I know the one. I've seen him here and there. Yeah.

SPEAKER_08 3:38

No parents, no family. Nobody knows where he came from. I think he's a squatter or hooked on drugs.

SPEAKER_00 3:45

Well, I heard from Grace, who told Mary that that boy was over Harold's house the other day, talking to him on his porch.

SPEAKER_08 3:53

Okay, so what's the big deal? What the hell would Mr. Sims even have to talk about with that boy?

SPEAKER_00 4:01

But after that boy left, the paper boy threw a newspaper and accidentally hit Harlard. So he gets off his bike to go and apologize. Harlow didn't even budge. So he shakes him, no response. Paramedics were called and said he died from a cardiac arrest. Died right there on his front porch. Then remember a month ago, Miss Stapleton, that boy was was seen leaving her house and she died in her sleep. Maybe it's not a coincidence. And every time he shows up, somebody somebody dies.

SPEAKER_11 5:01

How'd you get in here?

SPEAKER_13 5:03

Are you lost? Are you looking for your parents?

SPEAKER_11 5:06

I think you know what and who I am, Mr. Templeton.

SPEAKER_13 5:10

No, no, I ain't ready. I got some life left to live. I want to be around for my granddaughters first birthday. You ain't what I expected. I thought you'd be in a hooded black cloak and such. Bony hands. Scythe.

SPEAKER_11 5:30

Ready now. Your time is up. I come in many forms. I choose a child. People feel more at ease when it's a child. Come on. I'll hold your hand. It won't hurt that much.

SPEAKER_09 5:43

The black-haired boy smiled. His eyes were black as pitch. His white complexion stood out in the hospital room. He looked to be around ten years old, a faded t-shirt with ripped faded blue jeans. He grabbed Mr. Templeton's hand as he drew close. The boy bent over his mouth and began to suck his soul out. The boy was inhaling his very essence, his life force. Mr. Templeton began shaking and began choking. He was trying to take breaths, but the boy was sucking it out. Like a boa constrictor suffocating its prey. Blood trickled out of the old man's mouth as the boy feasted, savoring every last drop.

SPEAKER_10 6:35

I saw him, swear to God, standing by old Mrs. Palmer's porch right before she kicked it.

SPEAKER_08 6:41

Ooh, spooky little boy. Maybe he's just a creepy orphan.

SPEAKER_10 6:45

Is Igenina no whites, no pupils, just black, freaked me right the fuck out.

SPEAKER_12 6:50

Like a motherfucking shark?

SPEAKER_10 6:53

No, worse. When he looked my way, it sent shivers down my spine. Like someone walked over my grave.

SPEAKER_07 7:10

Hello, who is it? Are you the person I called to deliver my medications? Aren't you a bit young to be working?

SPEAKER_11 7:20

You don't have to be afraid, Mrs. Carter. The pain's going to stop. You won't be needing your meds anymore.

SPEAKER_07 7:28

Why not? Who are you? You're not here for my pills.

SPEAKER_11 7:32

I have gone by many names in many different cultures. The Grim Reaper, Death, the Ferryman to the Underworld. It's time to go, Mrs. Carter.

SPEAKER_09 7:42

The boy moved in closer to the old woman and took her hand. He leaned over her and tilted her head back. He grabbed her throat and opened her mouth and began to suck her soul. She began to convulse as he drained her dry.

SPEAKER_11 7:56

I'm afraid. That's good. You taste better that way. Fear is so delicious.

SPEAKER_09 8:42

Davidson said he'd be right over. They both arrive at the church, their lights bouncing off the building. They went into the big wooden doors with their flashlights. They find the boy sitting on top of Father Jacob. He was squirming. That's when they both drew their guns on him.

SPEAKER_12 8:59

Step away from him, son. Put your hands in the air where I can see him. Do it right fucking now.

SPEAKER_09 9:04

The boy slowly turns, calm, his eyes like twin black holes, his face bone white.

SPEAKER_11 9:10

It's his time. You can't stop death, Sheriff. You can only delay it a little.

SPEAKER_14 9:16

I'm serious, boy. I'm warning you. Step away from him now. I'm not gonna tell you again. Don't make me drop you. That's okay.

SPEAKER_12 9:24

I've been waiting for this for a long time.

SPEAKER_09 9:27

The boy starts sucking the priest's soul out of his body. The two men watch and honey with their guns drawn on it. The boy started walking towards them, and without even thinking, Deputy Landon shot the boy in the chest, but it didn't stop him. He kept coming. Towards both men, he walks past them. They don't can't stop him.

SPEAKER_11 9:48

Your clock's still ticking for now. But I'll see you again, gentlemen. You can count on it.

SPEAKER_12 10:35

What the hell are you doing here? What the fuck do you want?

SPEAKER_09 10:39

David then reached into his desk drawer and pulled out his gun and aimed it at the boy. His hands were shaking.

SPEAKER_11 10:46

Do you really think that will help, Sheriff? I can't be killed. I think you know that. For I am death incarnate. You know why I'm here and what I need to do.

SPEAKER_12 10:56

No, there's nothing wrong with me. I got years left. I feel fine. Get the fuck away from me.

SPEAKER_11 11:02

Ah, I'm sure that's all good and well. But I can smell the cancer festering inside your bones, your organs. It's spread throughout your entire body.

SPEAKER_09 11:10

The bull slowly walks toward Sheriff Davidson. He fires several shots point blank at the boy. The shots knocked him back, but he still kept coming. No blood, no holes, nothing. His black hollow eyes stared into the sheriff's eyes. He smiled. His pale white face leveled with the sheriff's. He grabbed his arm and squeezed. His other hand around his mouth. He stretched it open and began to swallow his soul. The sheriff tried to scream but couldn't.

SPEAKER_12 11:40

No, I gotta I got at least another 40 to 50 years left.

SPEAKER_11 11:45

Sometimes I make an exception.

SPEAKER_09 11:50

The sheriff stopped breathing and collapsed on his desk, spilling his whiskey. The boy smiled and walked out of the office and into the night.

SPEAKER_15 12:09

When death tires of the Reaper's clothes, it is sometimes reborn into innocence. A child of black eyes, with white pale skin. He who brings peace and comfort, but feeds on your pain and suffering. The clock of time is always ticking. There is no running, no escaping it. When he comes for you, you know your time is up.

SPEAKER_06 13:15

It's not a stop, stop.

SPEAKER_15 13:17

We've wandered deep enough for now. The shadows are closing in. Myself and my brothers, the bringers of darkness, retreat to our lair. But do not be deceived. Our hunger is never stayed. It will linger with us until we return. But no this and not high.

unknown 14:51

Whispers my name. Soften my ear.

SPEAKER_01 14:55

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SPEAKER_04 17:34

For me and no one else. Goodbye, sunshine. I put it out again. I'm over personalities, conflicting. I don't need you or anyone but me. I'll just be living my own life. I feel my glowings in a grow. Infecting, I feel alive. Shovel dirt over myself to sit like a sea under covers of earth and just be standing. Pointing fingers at me. I stand, not crawling, not falling down. I plead the demons that drag me down. I'll stand not crawling the center, not falling down, not comes within the eye. I'll please I know the demon for me and no one else.

SPEAKER_02 18:56

Come play kill, refuse my body, refuse my shadow. Stone cold will refuse to leave this, refuse to follow. Bitter pills, refuse to feed this, refuse to swallow.

SPEAKER_04 19:14

I'm fuse just be just beyond not crawling, not crawling down the pool, the tears with myself that drag me down crawling.