Grim Reaper

Some black mist fills the grass beneath you, hiding your ghostly feet. You hear the sound of a scary, loud bell, like one in those horror movies, with a shaky vibration to it. You turn around to see a man, holding a scythe, he's wearing a black cloak, hiding his face with darkness, he's not standing, he's levitating. You notice a nearby boat, by the beautiful lake. "It is time, mortal.." He speaks up, his voice making a shiver run down your spine, his British accent heavy.