I was so bored that I'm just watched the clock slowly tick by. The hands stop on midnight. I look around to see that everything has frozen. That is, everything but a man who is standing in the corner, wearing a black suit. I stand up and walk toward him after he calls out my name.
"Good sir, May I inquire as to how you know my name?" "I've known you all your life. I've watched you your entire life. I saw the first day you were born, and the first time you smoked-you hated the taste, and when you first swore at you mom and dad-boy you were in trouble and..." "Okay how old am I, smart man?"
I've moved closers. I see he's an older man, peppered hair, black suit and tie, a wooden cane, and a weird sickle looked thing.
"Your 15." "No I'm 16." "Sorry to burst your bubble. But I'm pretty sure your 15. If you look at the clocks you weren't born yet so you are 15." "But I was born at 12:03 I should be 16." "Oh my dear child you haven't figured who I can yet have you?" "No." "Oh my how rude of me. My name is Grimm. And I am your reaper."
(Sorry, this one sounds more like a writing prompt than a horror story.)
