A Collection of Random Writing

Tick, tock

The tick tock of the clock.
Nothing.
It created an unnerving sense of time.
Each second passing by felt slow, as if a world familiar, yet not understood had engulfed ours.
Nothing.
Yet everything.
A lady- our caretaker. Margaret.
Giggling.
Whispering.
To who?
A piano.
Who was playing? Our rusted, old piano.
Click, clack.
High heels.
Margaret.
The wind. Whistling.
Suddenly-
Our handle. Our door handle.
A violent bang of the handle.
Someone wanted to get in.
Margaret?
Her giggles. Her whispers. It was getting clearer.
'Kiss me.'
A male voice.
'The children are watching.'
Margaret.
'Love me.'
We hear a scream.
It was Margaret. Distressed.
'Clint is dead! Who are you?'
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
Nothing.