chapter 1

i had thought about the promise Brendan a had made as i sat in my bus seat. he said he could visit my house and we would write a story together. perhaps a horror story.

my names carter Randell. i love everything horror, [and for some odd reason old clocks]including complete knock offs of stuff like Nosferatu aka count Olaf. i really don't have any friends, except for Brendan. it's a cold February morning as the bus heads to our excursion.

the two miles we had seemed like two centuries.i could smell the fresh air from out the window,the wind howled at my face,my head throbbing.i stood up to close the window.As i did i saw a strange man[ if anything a shadow] standing outside on a bench, he was holding an antique clock,his smile an uncanny lure. I watched dreamily as the man passed by, the wind flowing.The exit up ahead proved we were close to stone mountain when, to my surprise, i saw the [shadow]man again! he smiled the same smile as before but something about it had changed. instead of the kind , inviting look, his grin looked sinister, almost supernatural. i noticed he had one of his hands in his pockets as my teacher yelped i saw a needle,

slowly retracting from the man's pocket, as if his arm were made of robotics, he whispered to me, calling me '' carter'' his grin spreading to his earlobes, foam wafting from the corners of his mouth. At that second, i jumped out of my seat,hitting the bus roof as the sound of hissing tires filled my ears. looks like we won't be going on our excursion after all.

chapter 2

The bus man got up and hitched his belt higher than it needed to be because it looked like he was about to cry. he shouted''the bus has got a flat tire so get out my dang bus!'' he looked young but with the fury in his eyes it looked like he was pushing 41

he led us out, unfortunate for me, i had to get behind him and believe me i have never met anyone that smelt so strongly of celery. His baggy gray shirt wrinkled then straightened , repeating this pattern for seconds until he abruptly paused, staring back at us,as if challenging us to a fight to the death. i thought and thought about my electronic typewriter and how me and brendan would type a story on it . an eerie thought slipped in to my mine''what about the man'' then it disappeared as quickly as it had came. i looked at the bench then shivered at the mere thought of the[shadow] man i looked forward and , instead of the overweight bus driver, a black figure loomed ahead, it turned it's head around, fully, it's teeth as razor sharp "die" it said

i stared at it for seconds , finally leaping away as the figure grasped my shoulder with it's sharp claws it floated up in the air as i ran it chased after me in a speed almost inhuman[but yet nothing about it was ever human] i raced on, my heart pounding i could almost feel the creatures hot breath on my neck then princeton's pothole came along my view i gasped trying to draw back from the trip which would throw me into the grasp of the creatures hands, it looks like today i die because i tripped, falling down and scraping half my skin off. i twisted my head looking at my bringer of death,but to my surprise, the hideous creature was gone. i stared up at a gleaming window, bright red neon letters screamed the name of the shop: antique clocks.

blood. blood was what i saw first the neon letters morphed to a dark red as it oozed down the window i froze, looking at it as it were a fantasy. as i turned around dreamily the grotesque face of the creature gazed at me for seconds then it's cold rotting shadow swept over me, leaving me in darkness.

chapter 3

the smell of dull, bleached cloth stung my nose as i sat up groggily in an uncomfortable bed my eyes searched the walls, i realized i was in a hospital! i sat up straight as a tall slender nurse came she was maybe 30