If I was to choose any way to die it would be this:
I'm standing in a room on my own. There is a narrow window from which I can see the moonlight filtering through. There are screams outside and someone starts banging on he door. I freeze.
"Let us in," my sister pleads, and my heart starts to break. I run to the door and opens if, letting in a wave of people. My family.
But there is one among us I do not know, a girl cloaked in black, cackle as she advances on us. I see a flash of silver and it's gone.