Satanic Panic

Chapter 6

Seth's POV

The next day -or night, rather - Eddie and I sat in the shed, bored off our asses and unable to sleep. We were playing our second game of band ABCs, a rather self-explanatory game, but this time we had to list the band name and a song that starts with the same letter.

"Okay. Aerosmith... Adam's Apple."

"Blue Öyster Cult..." He stops and think for a moment. "... Burning For You."

"Chicago. Color My World"

"Dio-"

"Nope! You said Dio last time!" I interject.

"Fine." He stops and thinks for a moment, furrowing his brow. "Def Leppard... Die Hard the Hunter?"

It goes on like that for a while, us naming bands and songs until our brains turn to mush, occasionally stopping the other if they name a band that had already been used.

"Okay, okay." Eddie says. "Metallica. Motorbreath."

"Nena," I start, staring at the ceiling. I go to say the song, but stop myself. I hear something strange.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

I look around for the source of the noise, confused. I get up and walk around, not noticing that everything around me is frozen in time.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

I look over at the boat and see it. Right where Eddie and I had slept that previous night was an old grandfather clock, but it was off. When it chimed, it chimed in reverse, just as the hands moved backwards on the clock face.

Seth...

Someone was calling out to me.

Seth...

"Seth?"

I blink and I'm right back to sitting moments ago. "What?"

"What's the song?"

It takes me a moment to remember what game we were playing. "Oh, uh... Nena. Nur Geträumt."

I didn't tell him about the clock. I figured I was probably just sleep deprived. Plus, I didn't want to him to worry.

I was just sleep deprived.

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In the morning, Eddie and I ventured out into Rick's house to find something to eat. It had been two days since we had seen the others, and we were already running out of food thanks to Eddie and my stress eating. We were scouring the cabinets for anything that hadn't expired in the time the drug dealer had been in jail. Well, Eddie searched. I had something different in mind.

"I'm sick of smelling like body odor, man. I'm gonna take a shower and throw my clothes in the wash." I say, peeling my shirt off.

Eddie looks away from the open cabinet in front of him and toward me. "You sure this place even has water? Or power?"

"Let's see." I walk over to the fridge and open it. "It's still cold, so there's power." I then close the fridge and walk over to the sink. I turn the handle. Water pours out, so I turn it back off. "There's water, too."

"Lucky for you."

"Want me to throw your clothes in, too?" I ask as I walk past him, undoing my pants zipper.