Able Of Dugan

I thought I would it never come to this. Just the thought of it just scares me. But what am I going on about you probably don't know, well then let me tell you. It all started about two years ago. But if I had only knew what awaited me. I might have reconsidered my fate and location.

It was a bright summer day. The bees were buzzing and the butterflies moving about with their graceful wings. But something was wrong. It was quite, even for this time of the season in Dugan. I looked around and saw a person of average height dark against the sun walking towards my cottage. It was an odd thing to see a stranger this far in out in the forest especially on private property near the edge of a cliff and my private property at that.

Anyway, by the time I had finished, my little brain battle, the person was standing about three feet in front of me. This person was as beautiful as an angel with honey and chocolate colored eyes. He also had streaks of gold mixed in to the darkest and richest brown hair ever seen. He had sharp features with an innocent but slightly mysteries smirk plastered on his face.

This was really one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen in all of my years on this earth. I was about to speak when the stranger spoke first "do you know the time my good friend?" the stranger said. I was taken back, did this person really only ride out here to ask the time. I thought to myself what was he crazy it's a two hour ride.

Not to menschen calling me his good friend if I would have met this person I would defiantly remembered. "The time is 6:30 mister...". "Able; Able of Dugan thank you for the time I bid you a good day" and with that the man tipped his hat and turned around back off in the sunset. I was baffled what just happened, it was probably just him need the time or he would be late for something.

So I just left it that and went back to my cottage for some much needed rest.

The next day I woke up thinking the past day's events were a dream. So I started going on with the day's work. Such as cooking, tending my garden, and cleaning. While clean I heard a knock on the door. So I put my broom down and went to the answer it.

I opened it only to find the man from what I thought was my dream wearing the same breeches, the same over coat and the exact same top hat that he had bid me good day with, in what now I'm doubting was a dream. I was about to ask the strange man what he wanted when he asked me the exact same thing he asked me the day before.

"Do you know the time my good friend?" this is really starting to freak me out. I look at my watch and my eyes grow wide. It was 6:30"um 6:30 mister Able" I say to him he then bid me good day and walked away without another word.

But I just dreamed it right? Or did it really happen? No, no it's not possible I just dreamed it. I've probably seen him in town or something. And with that I closed the door and went back in the house and finished my work. But later found that I was not hungry so I went to my bed for a dream filled night with honey and chocolate eyes, top hats, and innocent but mysterious smirks.

I awoke if you can even call it waking up after not sleeping. To a stranger feeling in the pit of my stomach, then I recalled the reason I did not sleep and it sent shivers up and down my spine. I was about to shake the feel when I heard a noise coming from the kitchen.

I slowly got out of bed and went down to the kitchen. I was met by mortifying sight. The numbers 6:30 written no more, like carved on the wooden cabinets, with a butcher knife that I had used the day before when chopping some gowned beef. There are no words to describe how appalling this sight was. As I said that knife was used for chopping beef, so it still had blood on it.

It's has now been a few days short of two years since the little incident and Able has come every day asking for the time and when he receives his answer he then bids me good day and leaves. That brings me to now, yesterday I decided not give Able his answer.

So he waits there, he has been waiting there and has not moved in the slightest. But his facile expression has changed it went from a small smirk to an evil smile that is impossibly big. I am now starting to question if he is even human.

But wait! Where did he go? I slowly make my way over to the door it is now 6:20 am. Slowly unlatch the door but keeping the chain on. I take a peek outside I hear a noise behind me, it's kind of a footstep sound but it's still kind of a scraping sound. Kind of like the sound my knife makes when I cut into something.

But wait the kind of sound my knife makes that means. At that moment all thoughts leave my mind and I sprint into my bedroom locking the door. Whoever or whatever is not getting in here, I hear the sound of footsteps with the scrapping sound along with it of course.

Then it stops at the door I dare not open it if I look this could be the last day of my life. Who knows who or what could be out there. I'm not taking any chances. Every second feels like days have gone by; my brain is running a mile a minute. Is this really how it is going to end the last day of my life?

Well I can at least write down the date and time of my death that way whoever finds me can know. I look down at my watch and see the last sequence of numbers I ever wanted to see; 6:30.

My heart stops when I hear an ear splitting knock on my bedroom door. But what I hear next terrifies me even more then that knock. It's just one scenes but it will always stick with me. "Do you know the time my good friend?"

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