When I was younger (probably ten) my mum bought me and my brother one of those pen where you can write with them but you need a special kind of torch to read it. One day, my brother got the idea of writing on one of our arms and seeing if it would show up with the torch. My brother being the oldest said he'd write in my arm first. I was a teenager so I was willing to do anything stupid.
My brother wrote something on my arm but my mum caught us before we had time to see if our experiment worked. She hid the set and sent me to have a bath straight away.
When I turned 18 I moved away. Whilst packing, I found the set again. I decided I should take it with me. I forgot about it for a while until one day when I was messing around with the boxes of unpacked items. I wish I had just left it alone. Ubfortunatley, curiosity took over. I started to play around with the pen and torch until I realize I'm late for work.
I get home and carry on with my daily routine. I go to bed and turn off the light. The room is black apart from the dim light that shone through my curtains. I heard some scratching at my front door but just shook it off as the neighbors cat. I was a heavy sleeper so I got to sleep easily.
The next morning was Sunday so I had no work. It was around 12 and I remembered about the pen I'd found. As I was bored, I decided to see if my arm would light up from that time with my brother. Like I had expected, nothing happened. I laughed at my stupidity.
Later on in the day, my arm began to sting. At first it was barely noticeable but as the hours passed by the pain got worse. Stinging went to burning. As it was Sunday, the doctors were closed so I planned on going to get my arm checked out on Monday. I didn't get much sleep that night due to the pain in my arm.
I lay there, watching as my room grew brighter. The night had lasted forever. By now the pain was unbearable. I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped off of my bed and got dressed quickly. It was 5 in the morning. Not many people were awake. I climbed into my car and drove to the hospital. The trip was dangerous, my arm wouldn't stop shaking. Luckily the roads were almost deserted.
I arrived at the hospital, explaining my situation. They sent me to the waiting room. That wasn't what I wanted. A couple of minutes passed slowly and a doctor called for me. I showed her my arm. She checked it out. Nothing. She gave me some cream and said that it should get better but that was it. I hadn't really looked at my arm since it started to hurt. It had turned red, but not in a normal way. Instead, there was something written. I couldn't make it out as it was faint but I was certain there was something there.
A few days had passed and the burning in my arm just got worse. I would call in sick everyday since I couldn't work properly. The cream didn't help eiter.
Soon, I started to make out what was written on my arm. Usually the cream covered it up but now it was obvious. It said 'I'm coming'. My first assumption was that my brother had written it as a joke. It wasn't really that funny. I called him up.
"Hello!" He called upon picking up.
"Hey." I replied. "You remember that pen mum bought us but his it when you were writing on my arm."
He was silent for a couple of seconds, obviously thinking. "The one you can only see with the torch?"
"Yep, that one."
"Yeah. I remember. Why'd you ask?"
"What did you write my arm?"
"I just scribbled. What's happened?"
I thought he was joking. "So you didn't write I'm coming then?"
"Are you trying to scare me?" He sounded concerned. This scared me.
"I'm not joking."
"I didn't write anything." His voice was unnerving. "Tomorrow, I'm gonna go to your house. I need to see this."
"OK then. Bye."
I hung up.
I frantically ran around my house, locking all my windows and doors. When I felt safe I got dressed and crawled under my covers.
My arm was still burning and I ketp tossing and turning in my bed. Unable to sleep, I went into my bathroom to run some cold water over my arm. After standing there for a couple of minutes, I turned off the tap, silence filled the room. And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. I couldn't make out much as the room was dark but I knew he was there. I saw his shadowy figure enter my bathroom. I stood frozen to the spot when he finally spoke with an eerie voice saying,
"You found my warning then, didn't you."
