[ WP ] Every time you fall asleep , a mysterious counter by your bed ticks down by one . The counter is currently at one , and after staying up for 2 days to stop the countdown , you 're extremely tired .

I've tried to stop the counter, unplug it, everything. It just has no physical reasoning. It goes beyond what the human eye can see, and the meaning behind it even further. The counter started at fifty. Every morning I would wake up, it would go down by one. 
 
 I've read many theories on this sort of ordeal. Only creepy pastas and the supernatural would describe this sort of event. It's been really stressing me out and I mean stressing me out bad. 
 
 I do n't know what happens when that counter hits zero, but if it correlates with me in anyway, I'm definitely worried for my safety. It has me on so edge, because I tested it. I slept in another apartment one night, and the clock still went down by one. The next night I went back to the room I rented out, and stayed up for the entirety of the night. The clock did n't tick down. 
 
 It has been two days and I'm out of time. My brain is n't cooperating anymore. I've drank many energy drinks. Before I could recall. I was asleep. 
 
 I woke up. It was morning, the sky was blue and birds were chirping. The clock had hit zero. I just laughed as I realized I was worrying over something so minor. 
 
 I got up and rubbed my eyes clear. The imprint of where I had slept, sunk three feet deep into the mattress. The mattress looked more worn than I ever remembered it being. In fact my entire house looked rusted, and overgrown with grass and weeds growing in the cracks. The floor was busted up and the roof was about to cave in on itself. 
 
 I looked out of the window, to see a jungled street of houses and a rusted wasteland. Birds chirped and there was no sign of human life. 
 
 `` How long was I asleep?'' I gasped. I had charged a portable charger before I went to bed. I plugged it into my phone, to find that it did n't work at all. The phone was long past it's expiration date. 
 
 I started running through the house towards the bathroom, and a shelf fell on me, and books swallowed me up. The house creaked heavily. I needed to be more careful. 
 
 I eased myself up and went to look in the mirror. Not a day past nineteen. 
 
 I could n't find any signs of my mom or dad. I started searching through all of the drawers looking for an answer to what happened, and how long it's been. 
 
 I found a small little book with my name on it tucked neatly in the bottom drawer. 
 
 `` Peter... if you are reading this, it means you've woken up. The doctors said you were in a coma, but you were in a state that science could n't explain. Your body does not demand food or water while you sleep, and hair ceases to grow from your body. You do not have any signs of growth or metabolism. The doctors said you were very much alive though.'' ~March 7, 2018 
 
 `` I love you Peter, please come back to your parents. We love you very much!'' ~March 30, 2018 
 
 `` Peter, things have become very hectic here lately. The Earth is now starting to warm up. They say it's global warming. We love you Peter. ~Love Dad, June 3, 2018 
 
 `` Peter. I do n't really know how to say this, and I've been holding it off for a long time now. I do n't know... I do n't know. Your mother passed away December of 2018 from cancer. It's now 2020. I'm so sorry... son. I love you. I want you to come back. It seems like I cry every night about it. They say that times running out for humans.'' 
 
 `` Hey Peter, I just found this house after looting the neighborhood. The last update in this journal was nearly seventy years ago. Humanity fell, society with it. Everything just fell apart. You have such a rare case. I will wait and protect you. For one day you may wake up and have the answers we all need.'' ~Nick, 2091. 
 
 `` I'm giving up Peter, it's been twelve damn years. You have n't aged a bit, and have n't woken up either. My body has aged past what I can do to handle myself alone. If this is the last message you receive, good luck boy.'' ~Nick, 2103. 
 
 `` Peter, we find you here. You interest. Very good is your state. Unfortunately, it been three hundred years. I am translator of English language, I am RaéGhaa. We no understand English as use to. You are in my tribes care.'' 
 
 The last message was in 2403. By some kind of tribal reverse of an American society, fabricating back together after years of change. 
 
 I started walking down the broken road and carried the book with me. The world was empty, as classical music I played in my head. 
 
 ~Three hours later~ 
 
 A wagon approaches me with horses. Two men with swirly mustaches riding up front. They look at me as foreign. Speaking to me in a language I do not understand. They started shouting their voices at me angered and furious. The last thing I remember is a bag being strapped over my head, and me being chunked into the back of the wagon. 
 
 It was a dark and cold ride... 
 
 End of part one.
