My encounter with Death!

(Humor)

Last night, in the dimly lit garden, I caught a glimpse of him. There was an air of mystery about him as he strolled through the shadows. Despite the poor visibility, I knew it was him without a doubt.
He had an imposing presence, standing at an astonishing seven feet tall. His eyes were deep and penetrating, seemingly capable of inflicting harm without any weapons. A chilling thought crossed my mind: perhaps he could kill with just a glance. It was none other than- Death- himself.
My heart raced as I considered the possibility that I might be his intended target. Anxiety washed over me, and perspirations formed on my brow. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he materialized by my side.
“Good evening, sir,” I managed to stammer. “Are you planning to take me tonight?” I asked, my voice filled with trepidation.
He gazed at me, his expression inscrutable, and replied, “Oh no, today’s quota has been fulfilled. I do have a list, though. Right now, I am simply searching for a place to rest.”
“Well, how about joining me for tea or coffee at my house, sir?” I suggested, trying to mask my unease.
“That sounds like a good idea. Lead the way,” he responded, and we proceeded to my home together. He made himself comfortable on the sofa as if he were an old friend.
As we sat, his attention was drawn to the television screen. “That’s a curious contraption,” he remarked.
“Yes, that’s a television. Would you…