The clock hit twelve.

A wide smile spread across his face. His eyes had a bloody look. He stared into my soul for I know I was to late. He reached his hand out, his fingers long and bony. I waited for the strike, but I knew he liked to play.

“Your time is up. Better run!” His voice playful but full of malice.

I felt my feet kick up in the air. Thinking I still had a shot. I heard his laughter echo from behind me. I knew rubbing was going. I knew I was just falling for his game once again. But I couldn’t bring myself to stop and face the horror that is inevitable. Seconds ticked by, I knew it was soon.

I felt his presence come closer to me with each step. Closer and closer. My legs were tired, but my brain was screaming at me to keep running. I heard his laughter again. I was so close, it was almost one. The clock chimed once again, but it was too late.