The Clock: A Tale of Time and Mystery

I don’t know what’s my title. I don’t know where I am from. I don’t know if I have a domestic, if I have a family, if I have parents/siblings/pets/spouses/kids. What I do know is what’s going to happen tomorrow. And it's not something I see forward to.

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I woke up in the center of a dull white room. I was sprawled upon the cold wooden floor and it felt like elephants were moving in my head. My hands compellingly squeezed upon my brow, attempting to alleviate its torment, as I carefully watched my environment, nothing gave me a throb of recognition. “What am I doing here?” I inquire myself, gradually getting up and attempting to discover a entryway. After five minutes of looking, I spot a sliding entryway, cleverly camouflaged to see like a fake divider. My hands apply weight on the divider, my confront filled with astonish upon how simple it opened. The entryway driven to a passage that was totally inverse to the room- it was distant from boring.

The corridor was beige in color, the same cold hardwood covering the floor. In any case, the corridor was distant from uncovered. It was filled with tables that had candles of distinctive sizes, shapes, and colors. The corridor was too decked with

photographs and pictures. Some time recently I may halt myself, my body directed itself towards the pictures - my eyes raking over them - attempting to look for a commonplace confront among the swarm- but I saw no one.

Disappointed,

I kept walking forward in that perpetual corridor. As I come to the conclusion, I listened a swoon ticking commotion coming from the right. Turning right, I found myself in another huge room. It has a computerized clock that studied “9:50 P.M - 12/08/2120".

My cerebral pain got to be more awful; I let out a moo throaty, closed my eyes, and finished up twisting on the floor. When the parade of elephants had cleared out my head, I opened my eyes to see handfuls of individuals around me. Light music was playing in the room and individuals were chuckling and chattering. I lifted me from the floor and come to out to somebody - inquiring him for an clarification around how a totally purge room got to be a party zone in less than five minutes.

"Excuse me -" I begun, tapping on the bear of a man- or or maybe I ought to say- attempting to tap on the bear of the man. My hand fair passed through his bear. Startled, I attempted coming to out to somebody else fair to realize that my hand had passed through him as well. I begun freezing. My eyes glint once more to the computerized clock that presently examined “9:50 P.M - 13/08/2120"

"Huh?"

I said, recollecting that the clock had examined 13/08 fair a miniature back. I felt the cerebral pain return and inside a squint of an eye, I found myself sprawled upon the floor in the same white room.

I begun pacing the length of the room. My brain chosen that this was the culminate time to criticize my misfortune.

"Great!" It insults, "I finished up in a unusual strange room with no memory at all. On best of that, I might be a apparition who can time travel! Awesome!"

"You are not making a difference!" I mumbled to my brain.

"You know who is not making a difference! You, Mr.-" my brain and me both ended. At this

point, I realized that I had overlooked my title as well.

My hands grasped my brief hair, pulling them not very tenderly, as I discharged another disappointed shout. Choosing that there was no point in being dry whereas caught in a little room, I chosen to wander once more in the corridor. The corridor looked dimmer than my final visit, and the quiet was stunning. But, presently there was a little analog dark clock that appeared me that it was

9:50. I anticipated that cerebral pain to come back, but nothing happened. Nothing but for the pin-drop hush breaking. That disagreeable ticking commotion was back. Some time recently I might halt myself, my body moved towards the ticking commotion. I turned right when I realized that this time the clock had moved a bit further,

I needn't walk interior the room to see it, I seem see it from the corridor itself. The clock, this time, examined "9:50 12/08/2120" and once more I felt that sucking of the vacuum. I found myself sucked into the future, in the center of a partying swarm. Once more, I make my way through the swarm, totally disregarded by all. My eyes glint to the clock that once more studied “9:50 P.M -13/08/2120".

Seconds afterward, I once more found myself in the purge room. By presently I some way or another had a proposal, an thought almost what was happening to me. As crazy person as it sounds, I was unquestionably a time traveler.

I did not know my title, my personality, my beginnings, or anything approximately my individual life, but I knew two things.

First and first, I was a devotee in the supernatural. I might not be able to keep in mind the points of interest of my life, but I might feel it in my

bones and in each vein of my body. Moment, if I needed answers with respect to my life and to what was happening, I had to time travel again.

(AfterTen or maybe unsuccessful repetitions)

"Back to square one," I thought to myself as I found myself caught in the room. It's difficult to tell how numerous times I finished back in the room, certainly more than three times by presently. I had made sufficient trips to realize that the computerized clock that changed its position each time, sends me 24 hours into the future for a brief period, and at that point sends me back to the white room. The clock

sends me forward as it were in products of 10. Moreover, today’s time never increments, or maybe it resets. If I was gone at 9:50, I will be in front of the clock by 9:50. All these past endeavors made a difference me figure out how it works, but this time I had a plan.

I strolled exterior and into the passages, standing in front of the analog clock that needed this enchanted property. Absolutely at 9:49, the ticking commotion begun. Be that as it may, this time, I held up for ten minutes in the corridors, some time recently at last making my way towards the advanced clock. This time it was in the hallway

itself. One look at the time and I found myself in a left passage. The passage might be forsaken but it certainly was not noiseless. Suppressed clamors of

music and chattering may be listened from the rooms. I discover myself moving past the room on the right and towards what I assumed as the entrance. I was still

surprised to see no one in these corridors, but their nearness made no distinction to me. They still cannot see or listen me. Misplaced in my considerations, I did not realize that I had come to the entryway until I listened an new tap sound. I hopped somewhat, my eyes fluttering towards the entryway. Interior came a fellow dressed from head to toe in dark, his confront downwards, a hood covering nearly half of his confront, clearing out his cheekbones and mouth unmistakable. He looked up, and shudders ran down my spine. Half of his confront was totally dim, but his blue eyes were shining like topazes, looking me straight in the eye. He gave me a unbalanced grin, a grin that caused my blood to solidify and my heart to miss a beat. I was so utilized to being overlooked until presently, I couldn't accept that somebody had made eye contact with me since there was no one around here. I opened my

mouth to inquire him something but felt the sucking vacuum feeling once more and found myself back in the room.

I quickly got up and opened my entryway, not squandering a single moment. My feet hurried up to the analog clock, the time being 9:49. Once more, at 9:50 the ticking begun, and I realized that the ticking was coming from right behind me. Cautious not to turn behind, I held up for the clock to strike 9:59, frantic to know who that man was and how seem he see me. Allowed that he gave the vibes of each cliché scalawag but I was frantic. After what appeared like interminability, the clock struck 9:59. I braced myself knowing that I

need to hold up for a few more seconds some time recently I would get my answers. As the moment hand came closer to the 12 o clock stamping, I developed more on edge. At precisely 10:00 PM I spun 180 degrees and looked at the clock and was immediately

transported to tomorrow.

Black that's all I might see. I found myself on the floor, but this time I was caught beneath a few overwhelming objects but I seem see the starry night sky. Battling a bit and utilizing all the quality I had, I overseen to lift those overwhelming boulders from my chest and sat up. I may see sediment rising up all around

me. The house was totally annulled. There were ruins all around me and no locate of life. No locate of life but that fellow. His dark coat shuddered behind him as he strolled past the ruins with grains, as in spite of the fact that he is a swan coasting in a pool. Time appeared to solidify as I proceeded to gaze at him, befuddled. He turned around, his sapphire eyes astonishing hazardously, giving

another one of those blood-freezing grins. I attempted getting up, getting to him, but I slipped and felt my hand cut a sparkly piece of glass. I looked down and saw the simple clock flickering, to scratches or any other physical harms on

it, appearing me "10:00 PM 13/08/2120". Some time recently I seem realize what was happening I found myself in the white room again.

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I half sat up, wheezing for breath. Sweat streamed down my brow as I clutched my hair. I realized that the strange man, the as it were fellow who can spare me, is a murderer.

"He is gonna slaughter them all," I told myself, "I have as it were 24 hours to spare their lives, but how? How can I do that? Police won't accept me, nor would anybody else. I do not indeed know whether I can take off this building! I do not know the character of the fellow! God, I do not indeed know my -" my considerations were cut by a ticking commotion. This one is coming from interior the room. Misplaced in my considerations I had not realized that my room was presently changed. It had a reflect and the clock. I stood in front of the reflect, looking at the clock through the reflect. I saw as the digits went from 9:49 to 9:50. Looking back at the reflect, I panted at my reflection. My reflection, secured head to toe in dark, gave me a blood-curling unbalanced grin.