I toss and turn, my eyes wide open. I just seem to be unable to get sleep or to get sleep or even close my eyes. Because every time I do, the ticking of my clock gets louder and I can feel something there, the slight displacement of the air above me. The eyes on my skin. The breath on my cheek.
When I open my eyes, nothing. No displaced air, no intense stare, no breaths. Only a silence a tick too long before the clock starts ticking, and the chill in my bones. I shake my head, I cant do this, and get up to walk over to the kitchen. Once there, I open the fridge and grab some milk. Its only when I shut the door that tiny, yellow post-it catches my eye.
It's almost midnight and its your time.
I'm coming for you -The Clockman.
I hold my breath and glance at the clock hanging above the door. 11:58.
Stay Creepy my Friends.
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HorrorIt is literally just a book of scary stories I found on the interwebs. So yea. I hope you enjoi. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE STORIES IN THIS BOOK. THEY ALL BELONG TO THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE WROTE THE STORIES
