I toss and turn, my eyes wide open, I just seemed to be unable to get to sleep or even close my eyes. Because everytime I do, the ticking of my clock gets louder and I can feel something there, the sight displacement of the air above me. The eyes on my skin. The breath of my cheek.
When i opened my eyes, nothing. No displaced air, no intense stare, no breaths. Only a silence a tick too long before the clock starts ticking again, and the chill in my bones. I shake my head. I can't do this, and get up to walk over into the kitchen. Once there, I open the fride and grab some milk. It's only when I shut the door that that tiny, yellow post-it catches my eye.
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It's almost midnight and it's your time.
I'm coming for you -the Clockman
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I hold my breath and glance at the clock hanging above the door. 11:58.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Creepypasta Stories
HorreurHey guys! This book is all about Creepypasta characters and stories and so , i hope you guys enjoy i like it! Stories are not mine. They are from the Creepypasta website.
