I was born with the ability to see the Grim Reaper.It was a shadowy figure cloaked in black, radiating a bone-chilling cold, appearing only right before death struck.The first time I saw him, I was seven years old.He was standing quietly in the corner of my grandfather's study."Grandpa, there’s a dark shadow behind you," I said, tugging at his sleeve.He just patted my head, chuckled, and said I must be sick and hallucinating.The next morning, Grandpa was found dead in the recliner in his study. A sudden heart attack.A month later, the shadow appeared again.This time, he was trailing my father's car."Don’t get in! Please, Dad, don't go!" I screamed, hugging my father's leg for dear life, trying to stop him.I shouted at the top of my lungs that I could see the Reaper.My terror spooked him, and he eventually canceled his trip, choosing to stay home.I thought I had changed fate.But late that night, while going downstairs to grab a bottle of wine, my father missed a step.He br
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