Tic tac tic tac.
The familiar tickling sound of the old clock present in the antics shop, always giving a sense of rhythm to my boring shift.
Tic tac tic tac.
Sometimes a bother, sometimes a diverting sound.
Especially as my shift was soon coming to an end, and as I waited to be free, wanting nothing more than to lay in bed and sleep.
As my eyes fell upon my watch, the screeching sounds of the heavy wooden door took me by surprise, as no one ever visited so late the afternoon. Perhaps a new client.
Walking towards the door, something else suddenly stopped me.
Why was it so quiet ?
Why was the old clock not ticking anymore ?
As my fingers wrapped around the door handle, fingers wrapped around my wrist,as it to stop me, and before I could scream, another hand appeared over my mouth, silencing me.
"Don't. It is not a client."The words echoed in the air, almost unnaturally, as if the thing was not meant to speak. As if it was a clock ticking.
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October short-story collection.
HorrorWelp, it's in the title. A collection of short-story for the good old spooky month, with monster and all of that.
