A Story A Day. Story 249 of 365: Creep.

He was not a remarkable man, his features were plain, even his name was forgettable. The only thing people realized about him was his silentness, and how he never smiled. He was quiet as a shadow, and as storyless as one. No one knew who he was or what he worked on. No one knew whether he had friends or family, if he had ever been loved. No one knew where would he go next, as he went from place to place without a word. If he stayed in one place for long enough, people would start forgetting he was even there. His expressionless plain face would become part of the background, blending in as if it had always been there. Occasionally, some people would catch a glimpse of his smile, but not long enough to be sure whether their eyes were tricking them. However, these people would see him, more and more often, lurking at them. It was a smile that sent chills down their spine. A smile of death, as he was the Reaper after all.