The silence was deafening. The feeling of it was enough to make a grown man break down into tears. The streets were quiet yet there was much going on in the other world. I don’t think that I have much time before the monsters of the night come. Right there, it happens. In a dark brown tattered cloak, with a rather slimy hand, and the other holding a scythe, it walks up to me. I am paralyzed and my hands turn clammy. A swift blow is all it takes for everything to go black. Evil laughter resounds in the cold night sky.
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coolbuilder 
A nice sinister story! I wonder what it means for everything to go black.
This is very good and I like how you described it and you had a lot of detail!
Good use of words, Josh. More punctuation next time please and good short and long sentances.
Our favourite part of your story is the is the description of the ghost like person holding the scythe. I think you could of tried to use different types of puncuation but over all a brilliant story Joshua.