Visions and Daydreams

Tick-Tok

"Tick-tok goes the clock. The clock goes tick-tok..." the voice seemed to be soothing, calm. Almost hypnotic.
It laughed, "When the time goes chime, it's time to dine!" It laughed again.
When the time goes chime, it's time to dine? I had thought to myself but it seemed to have echoed throughout the area. My mind.
Suddenly, the ticking of a clock sang and the scenery shifted into a blood red room instead of pitch black. In the middle of the room, an old wooden grandfather clock stood, ticking away loudly at moving time. The ticking became louder.
The voice laughed once more, "Tickity-tokity, tickity-tok. The lovely sound of the ol' grandfather clock. Tockity-tickity, tickity-tok. Are you ready for the excitement of a drop?"
I ignored the voice somehow and looked down at myself. I had on no shoes but wore a short, flowy white dress with red decorating it in different spots. Blood. In my right hand, I held a blood drenched knife. The blood had dripped off the tip of the blade. In my left hand, I held a golden stopwatch that ticked along with the grandfather clock.
I looked up. The room was once again pitch black but, in front of me, blood covered eyes smiled at me with a devil-like grin dripping blood under them. The grins lips moved and out came the soothing voice, "Are you ready to dine, my dear? Because you've run out of time!"
The eyes and grin dissolved with the grandfather clock reappearing behind them. The clock made a deep, loud chime, I guess, several times. As well did the stopwatch but in a higher tone. Around me, everything seemed to shift and stir until I felt as if I were falling. I looked down below myself. My dress was flowing around viciously as I saw the Milwaukee skyline move closer and closer to me. I screamed and suddenly felt my body jerk upward.

    I woke up. Beaded drops of sweat covered my forehead as I looked blankly at my bed sheets. In my mind, I could hear a sinister laugh and my vision was red. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and the roar of my blood rushing. My hands shook as they tightly clenched my sheets. I tried to move but my body was stiff. My neck and back cramped as I felt someone's nails sharply scratch down. I could move my lips but nothing came out except chokes and unexplainable noises.
"My dear, what's wrong?" The voice from my dream spoke, "Are you scared?" It laughed.
"Hel-el..." I tried to speak, "Mo-m."
I could feel eyes watching me from behind even though my back faces a wall. A cold breath  ran down my neck and back.
"Your scent... Beautiful!" The voice chuckled, "What a treat you'll be, my dear!"
I felt a a liquid fall down my cheek and into my mouth. It was salty. I was crying.
"Don't waist those tears! Those are mine to enjoy!" The voice yelled loudly.
Outside my bedroom door, I heard my cat meow loudly. The voice hissed and I felt the presence from behind me fade away. I had control of my body. My eyes widened as I ran out of my room into the hallway. Slamming my bedroom door behind me, I dropped to my knees and sobbed while my cat kindly rubbed against me with her body.