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Where did he go? I just saw him...

I honestly thought that what my friend said was a joke. He told me he had a stopwatch attached to his wrist, but only he could see it. He said everyone had one. Weird. I didn't see one... He said to grab his finger and pull. I did, and he said his watch came off. I know, reader, you think that this is sounding weird, but trust me. All too soon this will make sense.

He told me to grip my hand as tight as I could. Suddenly, I felt something in my hand. I opened it, and there was a stopwatch in my hand! It was pitch black, and I could barely see the numbers, which were a very dark shade of gray, light enough to just barely see them. "Ha!" My friend exclaimed. "You have my watch!" he exclaimed. "Look at that clock. You see how it's counting down? That'll be your time of death," he explained. "Yeah, sure. Ha ha man, you got me for a minute there. How did you do that?" I asked, because he obviously had just pulled a magic trick or something. That's where I was wrong...

I kept looking at the watch that day. It had 74 hours on it. I was on a bus heading home, when I decided to check out the watch, see if it does anything besides tick closer to zero. I tried clicking the buttons, but they did nothing. Weird. After that, I almost got worried... I tried to shrug it off, but I had this feeling that my friend may not have lied... Nah! He had to be lying! But just in case...

I threw the watch out of the bus window, and saw it smash to the ground. Take that, dumb watch. Wow. Did I actually just say that? Take that dumb watch? As I was saying...

A few minutes later, I felt a bulge in my pocket. I put my hand in my pants pocket and pulled out... The watch. How is that possible? I was officially freaked out now. I threw it out the window again, but I'm sure you know what happened just a few minutes later...

When I got home, I asked my mom if I could borrow a hammer. She said, "Go ahead." I took the hammer, and went out to a tree stump in my front yard. That tree trunk was all that was left of a huge tree that once stood tall in our yard. I set the watch down, and pummeled it with the hammer. It did nothing. Nothing at all. This was strange, to say the least. Suddenly, though, my vision blurred. I heard a voice in my head. "Three days left." It said.

I woke up the next day, and looked at the clock. 38 hours? How? It had only been eight hours! "This clock is broken," I told myself. Though, that didn't explain the voice in my head yesterday. Or the fact that I can't get rid of this stopwatch, no matter what I try. My mom came into my room all of a sudden. "Hey, Max. What do you got there?" she asked, a curious look on her face. "It's a watch my friend gave me," I told her. I should have told her the rest. I know you think that as well. But then again, you act like she'd believe me...

I felt a weird sensation run through my body. I suddenly was drawn towards the clock. I stared at it. And kept staring. I stared at it for like, five minutes, when my mom called, "Dinner!" What the heck? "Mom, it's been five min-..." I saw the clock on the wall. 7:34. No way. I saw my watch. It had 33 hours on it. It had been five hours? That is impossible. I went to sleep that night thinking tomorrow was the end...

"I woke up the next day, and almost fell over trying to get out of bed. I felt as if... I wasn't under control of my body. "Seven hours left." I looked at my clock, and it said seven hours. No. Freaking. Way. It was dinner time, and my clock had one hour left. "Dinner, Max." My mother had walked in. "I'm not hungry," I told her. "Uh... Okay?" She was confused. "I'll leave you then. Come get food later, then," she told me. As soon as she left, the lights in my room went out. "It's time," The voice in my head said. I saw a pair of red glowing eyes. It was Him. The voice has emerged. He started running around. Away from my direct eye contact. Ugh! "Stop..." I murmured. Where did he go? I just saw him...

Suddenly, there was a bright light. I felt a great pain in my back, and saw... Nothing. I saw him in front of me. He brought a bony hand up to my hand. I was awake. I opened my eyes to see my father looking over me. When he moved, a bright light blinded me. Hospital lights. "One more chance," said a voice. I felt a painstaking ache in my head. I never heard that voice again.

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