There is a street in our village everybody shuns at night No one knows why, they just do.  Children speak of the great adventures they went through in that street during the night. Children lie.
It began a couple of days ago. I was walking home from work too tired to notice where I was going. As you would predict, I walked through that very street, otherwise there would have been no point in mentioning it beforehand. When I noticed what  I did, I blinked, then I went on. I wanted do get home as quickly as I possibly could.
From behind me a sound of hurried footsteps was coming my way. I looked behind me, but I could see no one. Suddenly something bumped into me. It was an old man with a bowler hat on his head, carrying a box under his arm. He looked at me quickly and went on his hurried way. I noticed that something shone on the pavement, and I went to pick it up. It was an old antique watch which would be quite valuable if you know where to liquidate such things. I followed the old man's path but I could not find him. When I realized that I was going in circles, I decided to go home.
On my way, I pocketed the watch, and with a smile I realized why it was called a pocket watch.
That night, I couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning in bed I kept thinking about the watch and the old man. I recalled the words my grandmother used to tell me.
“There is a legend where an old man walks at night.
He avoids his demon and has never died.”
The watch which I now had in my possession had something to do with it, if the man was Timeless. I showed the watch to a dealer in my village. He told me that these watches were produced locally and that there was a great demand of them.
I didn't see the man for a long spell. Not that I cared. It was just a legend but every night since that event, I've been hearing steps. No, not footsteps. They weren't even human. I was becoming afraid, paranoid and I desperately needed to find that old man.
That night, it seemed as if my prayer had been answered. He appeared in the same manner and greeted me as if he knew me. He thanked me for lifting his burden. Puzzled I asked if he was Timeless. Slowly he nodded. I told him that he should face his demons. He had the look of sad realization on his face.
A dog walked slowly by, and he stopped to growl at us. The Timeless demon. The old man knew what he had to do. He picked it up and bid me farewell. I held out the watch, but he shook his head and told me to keep it as a reminder to face my demons, and with that he went off into the night.