The Haunt (A Creepypasta Fic)

Ch. 8 Ticking

(A/N: Chapters eight, nine, and ten are going to be a bit different from the previous chapters. They are in third person pov and show more than one characters point of view. I thought this would help tell the story better. Any feedback on this style of writing is greatly appreciated. Enjoy!) 

Ryann and Alex's POV

Ryann and Alex wandered down the dimly lit hallway. Ryann held onto Alex's arm with a firm grip, continuing to drag him along with her. Alex did his best to wiggle his arm away from the girl's grasp, but she didn't let go. Alex let out a huff of frustration.

"Can you let go of me now? Just because I wanted someone to go with me doesn't mean I wanted to be dragged along like a kid at the zoo," Alex stated, firmly planting his feet on the floor, forcing the blonde to drag his entire body weight. Ryann scowled and let go of Alex's arm.

"Sorry for mistaking you for a child, you just seemed like you needed someone to babysit you," Ryann said with a snarky tone in her voice. Alex rolled his eyes at her.

"Let's just keep walking," Alex said, finally lifting his feet up from the floor and continuing on. Ryann gave a small nod and walked next to Alex, matching his quick pace. Their feet were loud against the grey concrete floor. The hallway was still lit with the same soft amber lighting as before. Neither Ryann or Alex left comforted by the light this time, since it made it more difficult for them to see their surroundings. If either one attempted to look more than five feet in front of them all they could see was the amber light and whatever shadows it casted. Occasionally one of the lights would flicker off and spots were temporarily filled with darkness. They were met with a new object. A door. It was a large oak wood door. Alex hesitantly reached out and slowly turned the knob. The door unlocked with a small 'click'. Alex opened the door to revealed the contents of the room to himself and Ryann. As soon as he opened the door, the faint sound of a ticking clock met his years. It reminded him of when he had to take tests in high school. The dreaded sound of a ticking clock while the rest of the room was completely silent. Alex was glad he had graduated.

The duo stepped into the room. It was filled with an assortment of clocks. Various clocks hung from the wall, a few grandfather clocks stood proudly on the floor. Some of the clocks had their faces smashed in and broken. Glass littered the floors in those spots.

"Why do you think the clocks are broken?" Alex questioned aloud, turning his to his companion.

She shrugged her shoulders in response. "I dunno, maybe someone got bored of hearing 'em tick?" Alex wasn't satisfied with Ryann's answer. He felt like there was more to the broken clocks. He walked further into the room to explore, looking for an explanation about why the clocks were broken. While he was doing that, Ryann decided to walk over to one of the clocks hanging on the wall that had been broken. The hands of the clock were mangled, like someone had tried to forcefully rip them out. Ryann tilted her head in confusion.

What would someone want clock hands for? They literally just help tell the time. Ryann thought, shaking her head in dismay and confusion.

In the center of the room there was a small table, like one that would be used for a nightstand next to a person's bed. On it was a red alarm clock. It was the only clock ticking in the room. Alex picked up the alarm clock to examine it, but found nothing of importance. As he looked back down at the table the clock had been sitting on, he noticed something that he hadn't before. There was a note hidden under the alarm clock. Alex set the alarm clock down and picked up the note.

It read, "Find the key and unlock the door before your time is up." - Clockwork. The handwriting was sloppy and seemed to gradually slope down.