THE NIGHT DEATH RODE OUT

Kimberlyn's heart missed a beat as he saw the woman who had left the book. Her head bore the growling, snarling face of a monster. Her long white hair fell down to the ground, only to be lifted up around her like a swarm of tentacles. The closeness of Death had a strange effect on Kimberlyn. He suddenly was flung back into his memories, but now the barrier around the hour of his dead that hadn't really bothered him was lifted. He had been driving. He wanted to get home in time to see his children and plan the upcoming trip to Disneyland. He might have been speeding. He sure hadn't been ready for the truck turning the corner. he had hit it full speed. All he remembered after that was a soft flowing and the room of the asylum with the book in it and the boy. Kimberlyn took a step back, gasping for air, and bumped into a small table he hadn't noticed in the dark. 

Death was the last to escape the book. The others had held her back to prevent her killing everyone in one single blow. Agas stretched herself cracking her bones. Her glowing white hair was caught in the breeze and hovered slowly around her. She whistled and out came her horse, a pale grey mare, closely followed by Cerberus, the keeper of the gates of Hell.
As she turned to leave the room, Agas heard a noise in the chamber next to her. Had her fellow horsemen left her a gift? Cackling Agas opened the door and looked in. Nothing but an open window clanging against the wall. Agas hissed and angrily slammed the door shut behind her. The absence of a welcoming gift now that she had wanted one was very provocative. Agas looked outside and saw the scorched skies. No, no, no, that was all wrong! Her skin wanted a black sky, not a burning red one, that would make her look ill.
Quickly Agas lifted her arms, the scythe she was holding banging against the low ceiling. She looked out and called on a strong Northern wind. The Northern wind brought with it a big thunderstorm. Lightning bolts shot down from the clouds and hit whatever was moving. That irritating dog started howling at the sound of thunder. Agas impatiently flapped her arms around, her scythe dangerously close to decapitating one of the heads before the dog shut up. Agas kicked Cerberus in the ribs and mounted her mare.
Outside she was admiring her work when she suddenly felt watched. Agas turned around, but only Cerberus was there, breathing heavily. The rhythmic sound of the dog's breath drove Agas to the edge. It had been the same sound she had heard every second of every minute of every day for the time she had been locked up. 
"We don't need the gatekeeper of Hell, " she imitated Satan, "Humans will only go there after judgement day and we'll all be free then." Easy enough for him to say when he didn't have to listen to the breathing. Nervously, Agas started twisting her hair around her fingers.
She saw a movement from the corner of her eyes and her whole attitude changed. Her eyes got smaller and her mouth opened, big fangs hanging out. Without a second thought she turned and grabbed. The spirit was helpless in her hands. Agas took a deep look and saw the spirit had been a boy. Recently deceased she smelled. So they had left her a present.
"What's your name child?" she asked.
"Robby." the young spirit answered. 
Perfect. He'd come in handy for the goal she and her fellow horsemen had set themselves. Apocalypse was fun and all, but why stop at earth? Agas dismounted and placed the boy on the horse. Skipping, she led her mare out the asylum park into the tormented world.
Only once were they approached by a human, but once he saw Agas' face he fainted. Agas slowly grabbed him by his hair and looked down at the man. Apparently more presents were waiting for her. Satan had been good to her, she thought. She would have to thank him appropriately when they gathered. Agas lifted one of her hands and scratched out the eyes of the man and left him to die. Satan had always had a thing with eyes.

Kimberlyn watched as the white woman left with the ghost of the boy. Kimberlyn followed somewhat distant. His ghostly appearance wouldn't protect him from the eyes of the horsemen and Death would surely take him down to Hell if she could.
Hours the trip lasted, over water, mountains and plains. The white woman skipping and the boy sitting on the horse. Kimberlyn suddenly wondered what the boy might be feeling now. Would he be scared?