With this artefact, my standing as a writer improved, as I become aware of the rhetorical devices that the author was using, such as in the case of "Come Lady Death", rather than focusing on the literary symbols that were present within the text. This marked the beginning of my learning of the unfamiliar process of reading a text for the author's hidden purpose or message.

“I will come for you…” I suddenly awoke from a nightmare with those words etched into my mind. I accidentally rolled out of my bed and found myself crawling to the nearest bathroom sink. I was filled with relief upon seeing my reflection in the mirror. It was just a dream, nothing real and nothing to be afraid of, I thought to myself. From the looks of outside, it was still early in the morning; the sun had not even risen yet. From where I was, I was able to hear the barely audible sound of the grandfather clock that I had kept with me since my childhood. That old thing, I thought, I should get rid of it; it is not even the turn of any hour yet it still rings. Suddenly, I heard the front door ring and as I walked towards it, I realized the audacity of what was happening, that there was a visitor at my house at these early hours in the morning. Slightly spooked, I looked through the peephole to see the figure of an old man, most likely in his sixties. At this moment, I was unsure of whether to open the door or not but a sudden urge compelled me to and I found myself face to face with the unexpected visitor. Shrouded in black clothing and wore a necklace bearing a scythe around his neck, his appearance left me in questions. From his looks alone, my hair stood on end and I began to shiver, which I thought was from the cold morning air I was exposed to. However, he explained that he was simply looking for a place to stay at for the day and that he had been traveling the whole night. He had an old, raspy voice, one that seemed to be filled with experience and wisdom. Having learned a thing or two about hospitality from my old man, I humbly welcomed him into my house. I excused myself to prepare food for both him and I to eat while we would talk about his situation. Upon returning, I began to regret letting him into my house as I slowly began to notice his strange habits, which included staring intently at the grandfather clock that had chimed earlier today. After eating his fill of the food, he seemed content and excused himself to use the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, he had still not returned and I went to go check if he was alright. I had a mini heart attack as I was unable to find him. I returned to the common room to find that the front door was wide open and assumed that he had taken his quick leave. What a strange old man, I thought to myself. By this point in time, it was about noon. After this series of events, I went about my typical day and decided to go for a walk around my neighborhood. As I readied myself to leave, I heard the clock chime once more and I experienced shivers yet again. Something was telling me that I had to leave, that it would definitely not be a good idea to stay at my house. I went out for my walk and tried my best to calm myself down with deep breaths, thinking that everything that had happened was a coincidence. I must have walked a long way as I was feeling extremely tired on the way back to my house. One missed step and I found myself in an awkward position on the floor. I felt excruciating pain as I tried to stand back up. I figured that I must have pulled a muscle in my leg and proceeded to limp back to my house. I was exhausted by the time I returned, and I began to search for a cane or anything that I could use for the time being. When I finally found one, I heard the clock chime for the third time this day and suddenly felt very tired. Through my numbing thoughts, I barely heard the sound of the door bell ringing once more. I struggled to get up but with the help of the cane, I eventually was able to make my way to the door, only to find that the old man had come back, most likely for a place to stay for the night. As I welcomed him once more, I was able to resist no more my feelings of and crumpled onto a couch and my eyes slowly began to close. Suddenly, the thought about my dream crossed my mind as I slowly began to put the pieces together. Having realized the whole situation, thoughts of panic crossed my mind but I was too tired to do anything. I managed to tell him that I was sorry to have to ask him to leave. However, he did not budge and instead, as my eyelids began to feel heavier, he took hold of his necklace and began to pray...