Chapter 1
Bring, bring, bring,my alarm screams pulling me back to reality. Crap! I fell asleep again. That's the third time today, I'm supposed to be studying. Well back to the books…again. I pick up my booklet but I just can't seem to concentrate. All I can think about is that dream.
It's the same every time. The same fog covered ground, that same bony hand clamping my mouth shut, and the same chilling voice. That voice, it's so secretive. Yet theirs that hint of fear just barely there.
"Cara why are you screaming? Get back to studying".
"Ok mom",I shout back. "Oh great. Where's my pencil? Where are all my pencils?". They keep disappearing and it's really making me mad.
I reach under the rim to the desk drawer I know is there.My hand clasps the little handle and the drawer pops open. I begin searching the drawer but still no pencils. My hand brushes up against something hard. That's odd, it's a wooden case. Why would there be a wooden box in my drawer. I throw the wooden box aside but don't hear the familiar clank. As I glance over at the corner of my desk a gasp escapes my throat.
Hovering just inches above my desk is the box. Suspended in the air. And on the wall just behind the box the words 'Don't trust…' are written in a thick oozing green slime. It's as if whoever wrote the message panicked and stopped writing.
"Ok this is weird, umm ugh lets just find the pencils.", I stammer. As my hand is reaching toward the drawer again I notice the slight tremor in it. "I'm sooo imagining things. That is one less latte I'm drinking next time I have to cram for a test." I say. With a nervous laugh I glance behind me at the wall.
I scream loud and long and reeled back in my chair. Etched in green oozing liquid were the words 'open the box'. I know I'm not imagining things this time. As I read the wall I could feel something touring my mind, like ants crawling across my brain. Before I knew what I was doing I had started across the room pulled the box onto my lap and undone the clasp. As I lift the lid and peek inside my heart fills with awe.
For inside the box lays a beautifully crafted watch. Gold leaf inscriptions and ornate symbols. But as I look closer I can tell it's not a watch. In place of the numbers are three pictures. A skull and crossbones, a fiery leaf, and a life like snowflake. I could feel something in my head again and it's as if I went into a hypnotic state. Without knowing to I picked up the watch and pressed a small gold button on the side of the watch. The hands on the watch began spinning, faster and faster they went. My heart leapt into my throat and Ifelt myself falling. Falling down into a dark abyss. And then everything went dark.