Obituary of a man named Monet --- A Brief Story!

Knock knock, knuckles on the wood of the front door, the screen shaking violently with each slam.

"Who there?" the man sitting on the couch says.


"Monet..." a whisper came out from the front door.

"This cannot be, for I am Monet!!" the man said, springing to his feet.

Another knock, louder than before, the man opened the door, dashing outside, his fist ready for a fight.

There was no one there.

He went back inside, again, the knock.

"Who is there?"

"The Devil..."

The man jumped back.

"Go away, no one here to see you!!" he replied.

A chuckle, a horrid laugh, the door flung open. 

"Monet, it is your time to die!"

The man tried to run but found himself glued to the floor.

He screamed.

Then died.

Monet, sweet Monet, passed away that day, of unknown causes, a fright?