Clocks that bleed at night were made from a tree that was misunderstood. While every other tree was good, this one was by no means like the rest. It throbbed like a heart struggling to stay beating. It screamed as if in constant pain. It was evil. I used to play in this tree as a kid. I would sit on its braches and it would try to suck me under its bark like a vacuum pulling carpet up. I would laugh and its leaves would grow eyes to watch me. One day, the tree asked me to kill myself. I laughed and said I'd love to, so the tree sucked me underneath its bark and I bled. But then things started to change. I felt less exposed, as if wearing a blanket. My blood spilled into a bucket that sat under its branches. The tree drank and fell asleep. This was my opportunity. I slowly crawled towards the core. It was difficult moving underneath the bark. I wanted to find a way out because the tree had killed me. I finally made it...but something was wrong. Inside the core, a man was sitting in an old wooden rocking chair. He asked if I knew what time it was, I replied no. He told me the universe was in trouble and pointed to a picture he had drawn. It was a picture of a clock. He continued, "This is time. It will bleed once we escape, so bring a cloth." The man began spilling water on himself while laughing madly.
