I stared, frozen to the spot. My breathing quickened. My thoughts raced, jumping from ghosts to vampires to time travelers. My mother's voice seemed far away as I stepped closer to the watch. I reached down. My fingers closed over it. I held it in my palm, turning it over and over. 266Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgrwpNACWV6
"Do NOT make me repeat myself! What are you doing out here?" my mother asked, clearly getting annoyed. I flicked my eyes over to her. The lie slipped off my tongue too easily. I wasn't a liar. I did good at school and I wasn't a bad kid, so lying wasn't needed. This was probably the first lie I had told in years.
"Just thought I saw something," I said, adopting an apologetic manner, clenching the watch in my hand. Maybe she won't notice, I thought hopefully.
"And so you chased it?! And what is that in your hand?"
I winced. "Ah, just my... watch."
She sighed, sounding as if she were done with the world. "Just get inside. And don't chase things because you think you see something. If someones in our yard whose not supposed to be, get me or your Dad, okay?"
I nodded my agreement, barely listening. I just wanted to study the clock more. It was almost a need. Like the watch was urging me.
When I closed my bedroom door, I breathed a sigh of relief. Revealing the watch again, I turned it over in my hands. It was still ticking, though I could have sworn it hadn't been when the creepy guy had given it to me. Forced it on me, is more like.
I turned it back over and nearly dropped it. Words were written on the back. I ran my thumb over them but couldn't read it. With a sigh, I booted up my computer.
Searching up google translate, I immediately went to detect language and typed it in, best I could.
Aurkitu errepidea. Hartu bidea. Egin zure bizitza.266Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMgODbdWTOv
It was... Basque? What even was Basque? I shook my head, thinking maybe I wasn't reading it right. It stayed the same. Irritated, I translated it.266Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVdyCpRCzY0
Find the road. Take the path. Make your life.266Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM4NJWlzMkm
I blinked. What? What did this even mean.266Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡErSe10GRJt
I stared at the watch once more. This time, I noticed a small crack in it. Could clocks like this even be opened? I didn't know.
Running it over with my hands, I noticed the crack grew bigger. What was in it? What was the road? The path? Why dd it want me to "make my life"?
I stared, torn. What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
Your choices are:266Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0UfUy8fqoN
-Open the watch
-Close the watch and bury it in the yard (or something)266Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd91C1T4Dk7
