Dijuan Kuyper: The Boy Who Lived to Tell




It was a dark and stormy night. The rain was coming down in sheets, and the wind was howling like a banshee.
In a small cottage on the edge of the town, a young boy named Dijuan Kuyper was sitting by the fire, reading a book. He was all alone in the house, his parents were at work, and his sister was at a sleepover.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door. Dijuan jumped up and went to answer it.
When he opened the door, he saw a tall, thin man standing there. The man was wearing a black cloak, and his face was covered by a hood.
"Hello," said the man. "My name is Death. I have come to take you."
Dijuan was terrified. He didn't want to die. He had so much to live for.
"Please," he begged. "Don't take me. I don't want to die."
The man laughed. "You cannot escape me," he said. "Everyone must die eventually."
Dijuan knew that the man was right. But he still didn't want to go. He wanted to live.
"I'll do anything," he said. "Just please don't take me."
The man smiled. "Very well," he said. "I will give you one chance to live. But you must promise me one thing."
"What is it?" asked Dijuan.
"You must never tell anyone what you have seen tonight," said the man. "If you do, I will come back and take you."
Dijuan agreed, and the man disappeared. Dijuan was so relieved that he started to cry. He knew that he had been very lucky. He had cheated death.
But Dijuan also knew that he could never forget what he had seen that night. He knew that the man would be back for him one day.
Dijuan kept his promise and never told anyone what he had seen. But he never forgot. And every night, he would lie in bed, waiting for the man to come back.

Years passed, and Dijuan grew up. He got married and had children. He had a good life. But he never forgot the night he met Death.
One day, Dijuan was walking home from work when he saw the man again. The man was standing in the middle of the road, waiting for him.
Dijuan knew that his time had come. He had kept his promise, but he still had to pay the price.
Dijuan walked up to the man and said, "I'm ready."
The man smiled. "Very well," he said. "It is time for you to come with me."
Dijuan took the man's hand, and they walked off together.
As they walked, Dijuan looked back at his life. He had lived a good life. He had loved and been loved. He had made a difference in the world.
Dijuan was content. He was ready to die.

The man led Dijuan to a beautiful meadow. The sun was shining, and the birds were singing.
"This is where you will stay," said the man. "You will be happy here."
Dijuan looked around. He saw his family and friends waiting for him. They were all smiling and waving.
Dijuan smiled back. He was finally home.