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  • (disturbing music)

  • - [Narrator] The first time I stepped back

  • into my office after the ...

  • accident, I couldn't help but to just take it all in.

  • The dusty hardwood floor, the unread therapy books,

  • the barely-used degrees that hung on the walls

  • and that big, plush couch.

  • The perfect office for a psychiatrist,

  • even one who overdoses.

  • I told my patients I was at the spa,

  • but the reality was the cleaning lady found me

  • choking on my own vomit with a heart rate

  • just above a dead junkie's.

  • I shouldn't have survived.

  • But now, here I was, staring into my dusty office.

  • My planner was right where I'd left it.

  • The appointments I had missed because of the ...

  • accident.

  • My last client that day was supposed to be Chet Phillips.

  • I remember the first time Chet told me

  • about his suicide attempt.

  • He cried and he screamed about how sorry he was

  • that he had done it, how he realized

  • what a precious gift life was.

  • I listened, as all good psychs are supposed to,

  • watching the hourglass I kept on my desk

  • during all my sessions, a silent reminder

  • that time is something you can never get back.

  • So, why waste time listening to other people's problems?

  • I flipped the hourglass to start the sand flowing

  • just out of habit.

  • "Sorry, our time's up," I would say

  • the second the last grain of black sand

  • would pass through the hourglass.

  • My patients, the poor dopes, their faces would fall

  • in the middle of some crybaby speech.

  • But that's business.

  • You want someone to listen to you for free?

  • Then get a dog.

  • As the sessions with Chet went on, a change came over him.

  • He was sleep-deprived.

  • He stopped feeling sorry about the suicide attempt

  • and began to get this crazy idea

  • that he wished he had killed himself,

  • because the alternative was worse.

  • One day, Chet found a marking on his hand.

  • It was a slight circular curve.

  • He hadn't known how he got it,

  • but with each passing day, the curve would round out

  • til it was almost a complete circle.

  • Apparently, he thought a monster he called Soot

  • was, like death incarnate, hunting Chet

  • to finish what it started.

  • "Soot.

  • "What a peculiar name," I thought.

  • A monster that always came back to finish the job

  • if you denied him your death.

  • "Sorry, our time is up, Chet,"

  • I said at the end of our last session.

  • I know Chet was mad.

  • He expected me to listen to his outlandish tales of Soot,

  • who would stop at nothing until he claimed Chet's life,

  • but, truthfully, I couldn't care less

  • about the patients I liked, let alone Chet.

  • Far as I can remember, I was pretty high

  • when the emergency calls from Chet came in.

  • I was in my office.

  • I had taken too many emotional stabilizers

  • and drank too much white wine,

  • so I had to cancel all my appointments that afternoon.

  • Chet didn't take it too well.

  • I listened back to his messages from that day,

  • the day he actually went through with it.

  • I almost felt bad as I listened

  • to the messages of a dead man.

  • He was terrified that Soot was after him.

  • My head was full of cotton.

  • I must have taken a few more pills than I'd intended to

  • to celebrate my return tonight.

  • "Whoa, easy tiger," I reminded myself.

  • "You've got to work back up

  • "to the amount you were taking before."

  • I noticed the sand in my hourglass.

  • It hadn't moved since I'd flipped it.

  • In fact, it didn't even look like sand anymore.

  • With my vision swimming, I peered down

  • at the ornamental glass.

  • It wasn't black sand.

  • It was wet, black, dense, and almost shimmering.

  • Then, whatever was in the hourglass moved.

  • It shifted for just a moment,

  • as if it were reacting to me.

  • I had a knee-jerk reaction, maybe because of the pills,

  • but I swung at the hourglass, startled.

  • (glass cracking)

  • I knocked it off the table and onto the carpet.

  • It cracked the glass,

  • not enough to shatter the hourglass,

  • but enough so that the black contents inside could leak out.

  • Only, it wasn't leaking.

  • Whatever was in the hourglass was moving, trying to get out.

  • It began to coagulate on the floor, black and vicious.

  • To my left, something was oozing under the door.

  • It was like black smoke, only heavier,

  • like airborne sludge or dense, black fog.

  • Even though my head was swimming from the drugs,

  • I knew that's not what it was.

  • Some terrified, primal part of my brain stem

  • knew what I was looking at: Soot.

  • The floating black smoke coalesced

  • with what had drained from the fallen hourglass.

  • Stunned and terrified, my brain struggled

  • to comprehend what I was witnessing.

  • I stumbled back and fell onto my couch.

  • I suppose the irony shouldn't have been lost on me,

  • but it was.

  • I felt crazy, in the same place

  • people told me they felt crazy.

  • "And no one will believe what I'm seeing,"

  • I thought to myself, just like I don't believe

  • what anyone tells me when they sit here.

  • In seconds, a figure began to form

  • out of the smoke and ooze: a spine.

  • Broken bones covered with the black substance

  • like flesh covers muscle.

  • It only took a moment, and then it stood.

  • But not "it", because I knew what to call it,

  • just what Chet had called it.

  • The words Chet used clawed their way

  • into the forefront of my mind.

  • "They call him Soot," Chet told me.

  • "And if you escape death, he comes to finish the job."

  • The creature stood well over six feet,

  • holes where his eyes should be,

  • his gums revealing rotten teeth over the pitch of black skin

  • and bones jutting half-hazard from his skull and body.

  • Even though he had no eyes, I knew he could see me.

  • He cocked his head like some animal,

  • listening and sensing.

  • "Please!" I begged through quaking lips.

  • "I didn't mean to!

  • "It was an accident!"

  • I wanted to stand up and run, but my knees were too week

  • and the creature blocked the door.

  • Soot held the hourglass in his hand.

  • "You can have it!

  • "Just take it!"

  • (squelching)

  • He swung the black sand hourglass so hard,

  • it struck the side of my face with the force of a car crash.

  • Immediately, I felt the teeth loosen in my mouth.

  • And the crack I heard was my jaw shattering.

  • I stumbled backwards into my bookshelf.

  • I heard a low and horrifying sound

  • as Soot stood and watched me.

  • He swung the hourglass again, rupturing my eardrum,

  • which thankfully kept me from hearing my own bones crack,

  • but it wasn't enough to stop the flow of blood pouring out.

  • I looked up and tried to scream

  • as Soot brought the hourglass down again and again,

  • pulverizing my face into a bloody pulp,

  • shattering every bone in my face,

  • crushing my eyeballs with the base of the hourglass,

  • my hourglass.

  • That tiny black sand piece of metal and glass

  • that had ruined so many lives.

  • Sorry.

  • My time was up.

(disturbing music)

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