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Chapter 45, Night Confessions (Ep. 5: The Nina Project)
Gwen stood completely still, not daring to make a sound or even remotely breathe. She was afraid the smallest movement would cost her everything and worst of all, she was certain this was another one of her visions happening at the most inconvenient of times.
The clock's chiming could be heard all the way from downstairs. She whipped her head around, nerves consuming her upon seeing nothing but darkness. The halls were vacant and the only thing that served as comfort was having her flashlight in hand.
She took a deep breath and cautiously headed down the stairs. Knowing where the clock was made her feel just a tad bit better since at least, she knew what to expect. The floorboards creaked with every step taken and threatened to break in a matter of seconds.
She despised how often this was happening, as if Vecna loved torturing her and making her pay for visiting his 'maybe' home. The only thing that soothed her was knowing that if he was occupied with her, then no one else was getting killed, but that only meant that she couldn't let him take her just yet.
With her hand on the wooden railing, Gwen saw the grandfather clock ticking vigorously. There was a crack in the middle, one that appeared to be going in four separate ways in the shape of some type of path. She turned around, her eyes wandering through every corner just in case this solitude was a trick and something was about to pop up.
When she saw nothing, she continued down to the clock. Her flashlight shone into the antique, its light shaking from how hard her hands were trembling. There was nothing off about this, nothing that appeared to be a trick or some sign that this vision would transform into her nightmares, but she knew better than to let her guard down.
The clock appeared normal. Well, if you ignored the haunting sound and its terrible condition. She leaned closer to get a better look when she suddenly noticed something moving behind the pendulum. As if her eyes were deceiving her, she swore whatever was hidden behind it was moving it.
Gwen blinked profusely to try to adjust her sight to the darkness. She leaned her flashlight closer, her arm just a couple inches from the clock when she finally recognized what was behind the pendulum.
There appeared to be a pale finger swinging the pendulum back and forth. Its nails were cracked and covered with dirt and its skin had tons of cuts and a gray tint to it.
She shook her head, refusing to believe what she was seeing was real. This was just Vecna's way of trying to scare her and make her let her guard down, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
Gwen leaned away, her arm slowly falling back to her side and deciding to head back upstairs. She kept her gaze locked on the clock just in case something should happen. Whatever was hiding behind the antique, she knew better than to go and inspect it. Not when she was stuck in one of her visions where anything was possible.
