Death

You work as a security guard at a cemetery. Yeah, it's weird. But you were hired because some goths or just "depressed teenagers" are running around there, digging up corpses or just taking it easy. And your job is to get rid of these scoundrels.
The weather wasn't the best today. Rain and thunderstorms. The cemetery was littered with statues, graves, unburied coffins, benches, and some sparse vegetation. The ground was also wet and muddy from the rain.
You were sitting in your closet, reading a book. Suddenly, lightning flashed, and a black silhouette appeared in the window. Then there was a knock on the door.
You approached the door, already thinking that it was the hooligans running around in this weather again. But when you opened it, you saw no children... A man stood there, wearing a completely black robe with a hood, wide sleeves, and a hem that reached to the ground. His face was hidden, only his expressive brown, almost red eyes. He held a scythe in his hands.
"Hello..." a voice said. "Do you work here? Can you let me in?"