[ WP ] An old man who claims to have traveled through time hands you a gun and tells you to kill yourself , or you 'll end up like him .

My alarm clock reads 1 AM; I have n't been able to sleep for over two days. I lay here, in absolute disbelief, `` How have I allowed myself to not sleep?''. Finals week was never supposed to be this hard. I get out of bed, and notice that my psychology text is laying open on the floor; I think- `` I must have studied at some point''. I get up to go to the bathroom- which felt like the longest walk I've ever taken; who knew that a mere ten feet could feel like an eternity. 
 
 I get to the bathroom and look up into the mirror- I look terrible. Almost all of the color has left my face and I have big enough dark circles to be a raccoon. I splash my face with some water and look back into the mirror- someone was behind me. I turn behind me and they'res nothing. Just the wall that separates the door from it's hinge and nothing else. I think to myself again, `` I really need to get some sleep.'' 
 
 As a college student, not many people get much sleep. You're lucky if you get more than 4 hours a night if you're an engineering major like me. Most of my nights are fueled by red bull and adderal; just enough to keep me on edge to study my best. Now, it's 2:30 AM, and I have n't stepped away from my desk for an entire hour. I look to my right and see that I've just finished the last of my redbull. So, I left to get more. 
 
 The nearest gas station is n't that far from my apartment. I live on the east side of New York- they'res a bodega on almost every corner. I'm a little worried now though, I have n't left my place this late in the night. East village is quite the scene past 1 am- and I try not to leave after midnight due to my ex being robbed right down the street from the bar we used to frequent on Wednesdays. I round the next corner and hear a faint whisper: 
 
 `` Eric''. 
 
 I have a little heart attack, because it's a bit eerie out right now- and I'm not in a well-lit area, but the bodega is n't that far from where i'm at. I can actually see the sign from where I'm at. 
 
 Moments pass and i'm in the store. I walk over to the fridges and see that they'res plenty of red bull. I grab four. I close the door to the cooler, and behind me in my reflection is the same person I saw in my bathroom. This time, I book it; I run faster than i've ever ran before back to my apartment- did n't even pay for the red bull. I just ran. I turn the corner and I go to grab the keys to open my door and there it is. The person that's been following me all night. The figure raises it's arm and curls what looks to be it's fingers. I feel a strong force overcome the lower half of my body. I'm stuck; I ca n't move. 
 
 The figure approaches me in slow persuit- I ca n't walk. It's as if I've been frozen to the ground by nature's wrath. As the figure draws closer, I start to feel a sense of frigid air surround my body. We now stand face to face; this creature takes down it's black veil surrounding it's face and I see what looks to be a man in his mid 70's, but not weak. His skin was the texture of rock, and from what I could see his mouth was covered by a large amount of ice. He snaps his fingers and his mouth is revealed. He speaks to me, 
 
 `` Eric, you have to listen to me'' 
 
 at this moment in time, I'm freaking out. I'm wondering why I ca n't move. I reply, `` WHO ARE YOU''. 
 
 The man looks at me for a moment, then runs his hand down the side of my face. 
 `` If only you knew'' 
 
 The man then draws what looks to be a handgun from his pocket, and puts it in my hand. 
 
 `` You must end your life, Eric. Right here- right now. I ca n't explain to you why- but if you do n't, you will live your life like me from this moment on'' 
 
 I'm thinking to myself now that this is either a sick joke- or I'm delusional. I do n't know what to do. I see this frigid old bag in front of me, then hands me a gun and says, `` kill yourself''. I must be going crazy; my mind is a mile a minute and I'm going insane. I do what I seem would be the best option; I draw the gun and nail a shot right between his two eyes. The man falls to the ground, and I am suddenly freed. 
 
 Now, I'm running back to my apartment with god speed. I ca n't believe what had just happened. I pick up the phone and call my mom, the only person that would answer at this hour; 
 
 `` MOM, you need to listen to me. I just killed a man''. 
 
 My mom is in shock, she replies, 
 
 `` Eric, you're kidding. Go back to sleep'' 
 
 I instantaneously start screaming at her 
 `` MOM I'm NOT KIDDI --'' 
 
 I look down and see that my feet are turning to stone; the air around me is cold. I drop the phone and watch myself turn into what is the exact description that the man had told me. It started with my feet, then onward with the rest of my body. My mouth is then covered with a thick patch of ice. 
 
 `` I feel, invincible'' 
 
 I leave my apartment, and stomp over my phone. I am now what seems to be the next incarnation of Jack Frost.
