The Deadmans Watch

As christopher black wakes up the morning of his sixteenth birthday, a dull scream rings in his ears; as he stretches chris looks at his phone screen, 8 30 am is glowing bright in a dripping red decal, and on the background screen is a foggy woods scenery. " another day another mess", Christopher says to himself. "Well i guess theres no time like the present". As christopher reminded himself this he sat up and began to notice something strange; all across the room he began to see small scribbles almost similiar to hair in the wind but with a much thicker shape and moving with intent; as Christopher dazed over the scribbles they began to collect themeselves, and slowly the scribbles began to form fingers reaching out to him, at the tip of these fingers black nails ripped out of the flesh, edges tapered to a deadly point. the fingers slowly edged closer as a dark red hand began to appear, strange letters glowed ominously from the hand and Christopher found his eyes locked to them as they pulsated. A second hand followed shortly and the fingers began to shake as if in anger they began to encase his arms then, before he could react; his arms started to peel and his sleeves burned away, the fingers began to dig their way in, Christopher blinked, and just like that everything was back to normal, christopher couldnt contain himself he yelled absent mindedly, "What the hell"? and in response Christopher's aunt could be heard yelling downstairs "You better watch your mouth kid, just because its your birthday doesnt mean i wont ground you". Despite his confusion christopher grinned to himself, leave it to his aunt to cuss him out for cussing. Christopher collected himself and he began to inspect his arms, no damage had been done, no blood or scab or even scratch; It didnt make sense to christopher, He began to wonder if he was even awake. Just to be sure, Christopher pinched his thigh hard, "ow", his thigh began to ache, "not dreaming" , christopher said, He began to rub his eyes as if somehow he could wipe away the confusion, but unfortunately for him its never that easy, forfeiting his investigation christopher got out of bed and took a look around his room. In the opposite corner from his door was a tall six foot ornate mirror, the frame carved delicately and the edges rounded off in such a way that the wood was smooth to the touch and the ends of the frame were carved and curled making the mirror appear as if surrounded by solid smoke. To the left of this mirror, Christophers streetfaced window, and above this window christophers gaze bagan to drift to the vintage katana his father gifted him for his seventeenth birthday, it isnt sharpened but remains his favorite gift for its sheer cool factor. In the furthest left corner of his room stood a tall wardrobe with small drawer at the bottom. Christopher walked around his bed, past the mirror and window then bent down to open the drawer. In this drawer were some of Christophers most valuable possessions, His collection of knives, now a knife may not be the deadliest weapon on earth but chris always had a strange affection for knives, with their easy concealment and quick draw Christopher could never dream of leaving the house without a knife, Its just for his own safety after all. Grabbing one of his newest knives, he began to inspect the blade and hilt to make sure he hadn't scratched it yet; on one side of the hilt a gold dragon claw was inlaid grasping towards the blade, on the other side a tigers claw inlaid in the same fashion. along the spine of the blade their's a gold layering and along the flat of the blade there was a small scribble. Christopher paused and began to panic, was it happening again, he reflexively wiped his finger over the flat of the blade and breathed a sigh of relief when the scribble wiped away, clearly a stain left from his previous outing. after punishing himself for freaking out over such a small stain. Christopher stood, and turned around, on the opposite end of his room was Christophers bookshelf and desk and to the left of that the door to his closet, it seemed as if everything was normal and Christopher had just imagined the strange hands but He would soon find out that everything was far from normal.