A church perfectly lined with pews, a chandalier hanging from it's ceiling. It no longer illuminated the beauty of the stained glass windows. Everything was ordinary about it, apart from one thing. The grandfather clock. There were myths about it; it brought only evil. However, nobody believed them and nobody was cautious of them. But what if all th obliviousness was idiocy? What if there were truly something behind the presence of the clock?
Fern Ahen, on her 19th birthday, lost everyhting she could ever have wanted to keep.