*tick tock* *tick tock* *tick tock*
The clock that haven't worked for 10 years was ticking as it always does on the third Tuesday of every month at 10 p.m.
At the same time the floor boards started creaking down in the velar that hadn't been used for 50 years.
And then there was the screams the screams of a husband being strangled to death by his wife. The screams of the wife realising what she has done and drowning herself in the bath.
This was what happens to me and what happens in my house every third Tuesday of every month. it is terrifying you wouldn't understand what I go through unless you experience it yourself.
I could never wish this upon any one. I could never tell anyone less they'll think I'm crazy.
It is horrible and it drives me crazy. in fact it got to a point where I could not do any thing without this coming back to me
My name is Sarah Anne Charles and this is my story:
It was my first day in my new house and I loved it. little did I know the horror that laid under the sky blue carpets.
I moved in on the second Thursday of May. For the first week it's was great I had my friends round and my two brothers came round for lunch.
But then at 10 o,clock, exactly one week after I had moved in, I was lying again when it started. I didn't know what was going on. so I just ignored it and went to sleep.
The next month I was away so I forgot about it but then in July it happened again. And August. And September. And October. It continued for 2 and a half years.
At the end of that I had been driven to the edge of sanity and the in November I snapped. They sent me of too a Mental Sanctuary in Kent.
That is where my time came. that is where I died.
*THE END*
