User:PrimalFan/Spooktober Horror Contest

<!--- As a kid, you were curious and explored outside your little home. You'd climb up trees and fall off a tree branch, go camping with your mom and dad, and play in the same dirthole with your friends everyday. You were brave, willing to climb the highest tree, knowing you can get an injury. You were a kid, and as a child you could do whatever you want, unaware that you'd have a limit.

You're coming back from school one afternoon, taking the same route you always take. You'd walk a block, take a turn and then go into the woods, behind your house. As you do so this day, you stumble upon something, tripping on it and rolling forward. You get onto your feet, observing the object. It's sticking out of the ground, but is covered by dirt. You wipe the dirt off, finding a watch.

"What's this doing here?" you think to yourself. You pick it up, walking to your house and playing with it.

A few hours later, your dad notices the watch on your wrist. "Son, where did you get that watch from?" he's curious, stroking his chin.

"In the woods!" you beam up, showing him the watch.

"Oh, okay. Well, did you set the time?" he asks.

"No. Can you do that?" your dad chuckles, grabbing the watch and looks at it.

"It says... auto, on the side. What is that?" he presses it as he speaks. The watch has numbers appear on the screen, counting down. Above the numbers are words you can barely read, "Years", "Months", "Days", and "Seconds".

"Daddy, why is it counting down?" you comment on the time, wondering as to why it's going down instead of up.

"I don't know... it only had one button, strangely. Well, you go off and play. I'll try to find out." your dad goes away, into his office.

You grow up, eventually, and as a teenager theorize that the watch tells how much time you have left to die. This doesn't worry you, as you live until you're about 70 years old, give or take, since you were never good at math. You smile, knowing that you won't die at this moment.

You progress as a teenager, going through school, getting a job, graduating, becoming an adult and going to college, getting a girlfriend who you propose to, graduating college, and getting married. You have the perfect life, and have a lot of time left to do whatever you want.

Time goes by, and as you know it you're 69 years old, nearly 70. Today is your last day.

You sit down on your rocking chair, smiling. You remembered when you were a kid and broke your arm, and mother was in the hospital to reassure you that you were okay. You remember putting a "sand pie" in your father's mouth at the beach, and your friend and you would call dad the "Sandman". Your first girlfriend pops up in your mind, followed by your wife. You're now the one taking care of your son, the same way your father treated you.

Your wife walks over to you, giving you a hug. You kiss her on the cheek, your son running after you almost immediately after.

"Dad, can I get a new bike?"

You chuckle, giving a hug to him before sitting back on your rocking chair. Only a few seconds left, on the watch.

3.

2.

1.

The watch has 0 seconds left, and you smile as you know everything is over. You take your last breath, close your eyes, resting on the chair... what's happening?

Why aren't you dead?

You open your eyes, looking down at the watch. You take it off, looking underneath it to see the batteries have died. Your heart starts to beat furiously, sweat dripping down your face.

The real horror has just arrived. --->