In the town of Farwater, Skeleton Joe, who lives in the cemetery north of the suburbs, had woken up for some reason he did not understand. He climbed out of the tomb he was laid to rest in. Joe had no memories other than his name, that was all he could remember. 

“Where am I,” he asked himself, “Why is it so dark, oh it must be night. Hmm…. Where’s my arm?” Joe’s forearm was missing and he had no idea where it was. He was confused and alone, there was no one around to help him in his situation. 

“Why are you awake, you should be silent, you should be in the void.” The voice came from behind Joe. It was a low voice that was something like a whisper or some sort of hiss. Joe turned around and saw a tall black cloaked figure that was holding a large scythe. He couldn’t see the figures face; it was all black. Joe staggered back, “I'm sorry I seem lost; could you help me?” Joe was aid confused. 

“You are in Farwater cemetery. You had your funeral here and was put in your tomb,” the figure said. 

“So I'm dead?,” questioned Joe. 

“No you’re alive without your skin because of all the years you have been buried. I want to know why!,” shouted the cloaked being. 

“I’m sorry, but who are you,” asked Joe. 

“I’d prefer not to do an introduction Joe, but very well. I am Grim. You might know me of my more popular name, Death.,” said Grim. 

“Your Death wow! Wait, how do you know my name?” 

“I keep track of all my victims, names and everything else about them.” 

“I'm your victim,” Joe questioned. 

“Of course, you think you slowly slipped into a peaceful sleep.” 

“Then is there a heaven or-” Grim cuts him off, “Too many questions you don’t need an answer to. Right now I need to know why you are awake,” Grim said. 

“Ok, well i'm gonna guess that it might have something to do with my arm. It was gone when I woke up. Let’s look around to find it,” Joe said. He was excited. 

“You mean you will look for it Joe; death calls for me in another place. I will return later,” Grim said before he slowly faded away . 

“I guess I’m alone again”. Joe starts looking around the graveyard looking for his right forearm. He looks behind small tombstones and larger ones. He goes through the engravings of them reading them to himself. He admires the beautiful artwork on one small one. It read: Michael Bolsey, 2010-2017. He picks that one as his favorite. After a long search Joe couldn’t find his arm anywhere. 

“Have you found it.” Grim appeared next to him even closer than before, almost breathing distance, but Joe still couldn’t see Grim’s face. 

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“No, i can’t find it; it's not anywhere,” Joe said in a worried voice. 

“This is a problem,” said an angry Grim. 

“I know I'm sorry.” Seconds passed before Grim considered an idea. “Have you thought of searching your own tomb. You were sealed inside of it, locked up. The reason why you were able to get out of it was that someone, or something came in and stole your arm.” 

“Oh yeah! Thanks Grim!,” Grim shrugged and knew that Joe was going to be troublesome. Joe and Grim went back to Joe’s tomb and found the lock to the door was broken and that there was a hole in the bottom left corner. While Joe studied the door Grim found tracks leading out from the door away from the graveyard. The tracks would lead the two to the suburbs. 

“Joe there are animal tracks here.” 

“Ooh, you’re so smart Grim.” Grim’s anger was boiling up, but he knew he couldn’t kill Joe again. 

“You can’t go outside the cemetery Joe, humans must not see you.” 

“But you can’t go either, can you?”, asked Joe. 

“Yes, I can the humans will not see me. I am ghostly to them. You Joe, will need to disguise yourself,” said Grim. 

“Sounds fun, lets find me some clothes that I can disguise myself in,” said Joe. Grim leaves and comes back with a brown trench coat and a bowler hat. 

“Nice and fancy, thank you again Grim!,” asked Joe. Grim muttered under his breath, “I hate you.” 

“What was that Grim?” 

“I said let’s move on now.” Joe started following the footprints while Grimm floated behind him. With every stride Joe took it made him feel proud and happy to be living like a human. It took a quiet, thirty minute walk for Grim, but it was a pleasant walk for Joe who was humming to a song he thought that might be from his past life. The pair had stopped at a house before continuing on with the tracks that led to the back yard. 

“So what’s the gameplan Grim?,” asked Joe “The gameplan is you’re going to get your arm and I’m going to wait here for you.,” said Grim “Can you please help me out here grim?” “No!,” Grim said with anger in his voice. “Fine, i’ll find it myself,” Joe said as he followed the tracks to the backyard and stretched over the fence to open the gate from the inside. He crouched so that no one could see him. He made his way around the pool that was blocking him from the dog house that was at the far corner of the yard. Before he could take another step, Joe heard growling behind him. He turned around slowly and was face to face with a big German Shepherd. He tapped it on the head and said, “who’s a good boy”? The dog barks at Joe as he runs away back to where he came from. Joe jumps over the fence and runs to Grim, but Grim floated by past Joe to the German Shepherd. Grim goes through the fence. The only thing Joe could hear from the other side was a whimper then silence. Grim comes out of the back yard with Joe’s boney arm in his hand. 

“What happened to the dog”, Joe asks as he puts his arm back on. 

“The dogs not a problem anymore, it’s dead.,” said Grim. 

“You killed it?!”, shouted Joe. 

“Like I said, it’s not a problem anymore. Let’s go now you need to rest,” Grim said leaving. 

Joe followed behind Grim back to the cemetery where he would go back to sleep. At the cemetery in front of Joe’s tomb, they said their goodbyes. 

“Well it was quite the adventure huh Grim.” 

“No it wasn’t, right now is the happiest I’ve been all day. You're leaving and not being a burden to me any more.” 

“Aw why do you have to be so mean. Also I have one more question for you Grim. Why are graveyards so noisy?” 

“Why are they so noisy Joe?”, Grim said in a depressing voice. 

“Because of all the coffin”, Joe said giving Grim snappy fingers. 

“Do you get it?”, asked Joe. 

“Yes I get it can you please just go now?”,

 said Grim. 

“All right, what a fun-kill,” Joe said quietly. Joe starts walking to his tomb, closes the door,and lays down in his casket. Joe then enters the void as Grim seals the door and fills up the hole so that Joe never gets out again. 

“Finally he’s gone!,” Grim shouted, “He had completely wasted my time. But his dumb pun was actually a bit funny. I’ll remember that one Joe.”