Time Tells All

He walked over to the chair and even though he was told what to expect he couldn't help but be mortified at the sight laid out before him. The poor man's eyes had rolled back and blood covered the front of his shirt like scarlet paint ruining his clean white shirt. It dripped to the floor like small red waterfalls. Who knew so much blood could from one person? It was obvious that this man's last breath was several hours ago. The intruder's black combat boots stuck to the floor. And when he raised them up it made the sickening sound of blood being squished on the smooth polished hardwood floor. When he finally got over the shock of the describable horror he carefully took the key from the dead man's neck. From there he inserted it into the largest clock in the room and the loud ticking noise ceased and it appeared as though the clock stopped. In fact it looked as though everything had stopped but the man who turned the key. He had a crazed look in his eyes as he said "It does exist......"