The Lock, the Knock, the Ticking of the Clock: 11:59pm
At that time there came a knocking at my door I knew that which I feared had come upon me. Robbed of rest and void of hope, I passed the frames of my life's memoriam I had hung on the walls of my home. Too long were the years of my wanderings, and now there came the knocking, surely to call me to task.
A drop fell on my aching head from the ceiling cracked with disrepair, and I cursed it with my fading breath while still the floorboards squeaked as I trod once last upon them.
Again came the knocking.
"Alright, alright. I'm coming," said I, grumbling in my displeasure.
What, after all, was the appeal of a midnight intruder, especially one such ill mannered. He rattled the locks. He bent the boughs. He put out my fire and chilled my bones all while the ticking came. Now knocking. 11:59.
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Death Becomes Us
Cerita PendekA man finds himself unable to sleep one night. Driven mad and terrified by the endless march of time, he is greeted by an unexpected yet long awaited visitor. [A Short sense of Gothic Horror with a touch of gripping reality for your thoughts and for...
