Finally managing to get back home with just a few bruises from more aggresively minded thugs, he locks himself inside of his safe walls. After he locked the door to his appartment from inside, Jack could finaly relax his tensed up body by leaning on the nearby wall and meekly sliding to the floor. As his appartment was apparently also without electricity it was time for him to get some leftover candles, that were in abudance from previous blackouts.
Lighting a candle in the center of the room, Jack started rummaging through his closet junk boxes. Losing his smartphone, Jack was looking for his good old mechnical clock, a present he got on his 10th birthday from his parents. Deep inside the 5th box he finally managed to find it. Wiping the dust off of it he couldn't help but get homesick and think about his parents.
Jack was hoping that his parents that live in the countryside are well and okay. He didn't have a way to contact them in the situation he was in right now. Only in these kinds of moments did he truly cherish the possibility to contact people from far away with the help of modern technology.
"I sure miss those good old days" says Jack with a long sight.
Since he was a kid, he was quite smart and catched knew information very fast. He was thrilled from everything new and memorised it to heart. He was often praised as a genious back then. No pressure, troubles, left him only delight from the process of learning.
"Heh. Genious as a kid and ordinary as a grown up" proclaims Jack with a smirk.
Playing some more with the mechanical clock, Jack finally starts it. A moment later he did a splendid facepalm.
'Wait. And how am I supposed to check the time?'. He stares at the working clock, stupefied.
"Welp, whatever. Let's make it 10 PM, because I have a gut feeling that i'm right"
'And in order to check if my intuition is good as I think it is, let's set the alarm on 7:15 in morning. I usually wake up around a few minutes earlier than this time. And if I wake up before the alarm, then the time should be not later than 7:10'. Jack debates in his own mind.
"At least i should be able to approximately get the correct hour this way". Сonvinced by his own idea, Jack at last decides to go to bed. After extinguishing the candle that was illuminating his modest appartment Jack finally gets a chance to recharge his exhausted mind and body.
10 minutes minutes later of fumbling in bed in futile attempts of getting asleep he gets up from the bed. Jack desides to slightly open the window because it was too hot for him to get asleep. He had an alarmingly high skin temperature. Also there was a bizzare tingling sensation on contact with the skin. After opening the window the hot sensation was subsided at least.
After half an hour in a state of consciousness Jack could swear that the tingling sensation only intensified. Feeling the drowsiness getting the better of him, he finally falls asleep.
...
Waking up from the feeling that someone is playing drums on your head isn't the best morning experience. Groaning from annoyance, Jack wanted to stop this torment right at this moment. To his great pain he barely reached the nightstand. His arm was just a few centimeters away from hitting the stop button, situated on top of the alarm clock. Refusing to get up from bed, Jack tried to stretch a little to reach his destination.
'Just a little bit closer. CLOSER'. In an obscure way the alarm clock approached slightly Jacks hand by itself. He was robbed of his consciousness right in the moment after that. All he could hear before he fully blacked out was the noise of his alarm clock hitting the floor.
Waking up some unknown time later Jack was greeted with the sensation of severe mental fatigue. Lifting himself from bed, Jack went to the bathroom in search of some painkillers. Throwing some painkillers in his mouth and downing out a full cup of tap water, he returned to his bed. After experiencing a problem, Jack had a habit of analyzing it thoroughly.
'Was I really that tired from yesterday's chain of events? Then why I blacked out after i woke up?'. Jack pinched his lower lip, while examining his room in search of clues. Running out of ideas Jack lowered his head and stared at the floor in contemplation. Shifting his sight slightly to his nightstand, he stopped his gaze at the alarm clock.
'It is on the floor and not on the nightstand. Odd'. He started to recall the situation before his second slumber. The scene that Jack recalled gave him goosebumps. His body shivered a little. 'No. Don't tell me that ghosts, poltergeists and other creepy stuff...actually exsist'.
He switched his gaze to the still opened window. 'Probably the wind. And probably i'm just really tired after all of that sh*t that happened yesterday'.
To distract himself from remembering yesterday's occurences, Jack decided to cook himself a meal. Opening the fridge, Jack noticed that it was out of commission. 'Meat and eggs it is then'.
Taking out 3 eggs an a few pieces of ham. Jack first put the ham on the table, then the eggs. When he was looking for the frying pan, he noticed too late that one egg was rolling off the table. Making a quick momentary decision, Jack tried to catch the already falling egg.
'Noooo. STOP'. With the adrenaline that was pumping in his veins, the world was moving in a slower speed. He actually managed to crush the egg instead of just catching it. But what puzzled him was that the egg stopped in midair for a moment.
But Jack didn't have the time to think it through as he was experiencing a second blackout today.