"Tick tock," went the old clock. Each second would pass by like it never even mattered. As the days grow shorter, and the nights get colder, my mind started to slip away from reality.
What if the clock I'm looking at, isn't even there? What if this is all a dream?
"Tick tock," went the old clock.
Shouldn't we be celebrating each second? Instead of letting it pass, like dust in the wind?
"Tick tock," went the old clock.
My face feels like leather. The young flower I once was, has passed on. I now sit in my old chair and await death to visit. When I sat down I was young and free, I didn't have a care in the world. Threw out my life, I've always been waiting for an event, or remembering the past. I've waisted so much time in my head.
"Tick tock," went the clock.
My breaths were shorter, my vision was blurred. This is the end for me. I spent my whole life worrying about time, and now even in my final moments, time still mocks me. The clock hangs over me, like a laughing bully pointing at his victim.
I gasped for air, then collapsed on to the floor.
"Tick tock," went the old clock. Each second passes by, like it never even mattered.
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The book of fear (101 horror stories)
HorrorSo I thought it might be fun to add up all the little ghost stories that I've heard over the years, and creat a little book. Some I've created, other I've heard from friends, family, or even online. I hope you enjoy! More stories will be out soon.
