The third knock didn't make a sound.
Before the Grim Reaper makes another knock, the door opened and an annoyed lady stood in front of him. Her yellow dress shows so much brightness and disposition, unfortunately his presence and three knocks mean one thing.
"Geez, it's 2 in the morning and I'm sleepy as hell whoever you are make sure it's urgent! What can I do for you?" she asked as their eyes met. When her eyes turned to his body, she deadpanned. "Man, what's with the black hooded robe? Are you emo? And is that a hook black umbrella? What are you, Kingsman? Try a folded one mister, it's easier to carry."
"Elizabeth Alexis Cruz, 23 years old. Born on December 7, 1995. Died at 2:13 AM. Cause of Death: Heart Attack. Your time is up and you can't say no to that."
The girl laughed so hard and hit his shoulder. "Mister, what prank are you pulling? Sorry but my name is Elizabeth Alexis Cruiz, 23 years old. Born on December 17, 1995. And no heart complication and still strong as a carabao. I think you mixed me up with someone. Next time you should be careful with spelling and typos. Have a good day mister."
He knocked again but when the door open, the girl shoved an identification card and some paper in his face-- birth certificate.
"Proofs. Make sure you slip them back under the door after you check them mister. And oh, here's my number." She slipped a colored note with numbers scribbled in it. "I do hookups depends on the face and I think you passed. Call me anytime, just make sure you don't have sexually transmitted disease, for now just let me sleep," she winked before closing the door.
The Grim Reaper stood in front of the closed door, blinking.
Soul reaping has never been this hard and humiliating, he thought.