Tic-tic-tic-tic-tic was all she could hear. The clock ticking ever so slowly. Sitting, sitting ever so still in the room no one to talk to and no one to care. Tic-tic-tic she swore she was going to go insane having to sit alone in this room with that stupid, stuPID, STUPID ticking. Then all of it stopped the ticking, the waiting, and her going insane. Then a door opened a man stood in the frame of the door staring at her.
“Are you Claire?” The man asked in a rough voice.
“Yes.” Was all she answered waiting for him to speak again.
“Welcome to hell.” Was all he said as his green eyes turned pitch black.
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Depressing Stories and Poems
HororJust stuff I come up with read to find what twisted things come from my mind
