2. The Clock
I woke up extra early for my jog the next morning. I needed to clear my head and maybe solve that damned clue while I was out. I’m probably exaggerating but for all I know it’s a secret message from a serial killer and I’m next. I feel like I’m in one of those horror movies and someone is watching my every move. Okay maybe I’m being a bit silly, it probably belongs to a little girl who wants to play treasure hunting with her siblings. Content with my last thought I left the apartment. On second thought maybe I should take the note with me. After all if it’s just a silly treasure hunt why not find outs what’s at the end of the trail. With that I shut the door and began to run. After running for what seemed like forever I came to a halt. Panting I braced myself with my knees. I looked up, taking in my surroundings. I had made it to the clearing of a forest-Maple Hills forest as the sign post read. The vast expanse of bare trees went on for as far as I could see. There was a variety of trees but the most predominant were the red Maple trees. I think this is where the town gets its name from. The leaves coated the floor, forming a burgundy carpet. Another reason to take a road trip during fall-leaves on the floor! I remember when I was a kid my friends and I would spend hours falling into piles of leaves. Feeling nostalgic I stepped into the forest.
“Stop” someone yelled. But it was too late I had already fallen into a pit in the ground. A hand stuck out towards me, I took it and let the stranger pull me out of the hole. In front of me stood a boy-who looked about the same age as me-holding a shot gun in one hand.
“What do you think you’re doing here?” he said, a hint of annoyance in his tone.
“I was lost so-” I began to speak before I was cut off.
“So you decided to step on private property, haven’t you heard the sheriff lives here, you know what would happen if I said anything?” he questioned. Seeing my puzzled, stumped face, he continued.
“You’re not from around here are you?”
I shook my head in response.
“Well look, I’ll pretend I saw nothing if my dad asks since you seem genuinely lost” he said.
I muttered a quick thank you and began to walk away.
“And by the way the clock is in the town square which means it’s that way” he added pointing in the opposite direction to the one I was walking in.
“What?” I replied
“The riddle you’re trying to solve-What has hands but can’t feel?, the answer is clock” he responded holding up the crumpled up note. I mentally scolded myself. I must’ve dropped it when I fell. I grabbed the note and hurriedly left to find this clock.