Silver

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A bad night comes to a sudden end.

Submitted: January 30, 2017

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Silver

 

Tick.....Tock.....Tick.....Tock.....

 

You were fast asleep, so deeply asleep that you were not even dreaming. But now you are awake. Something woke you......didn’t it? You’ve got a busy day coming up. A very important one, with a make-or-break deal that’ll all be down to you. You need to be rested. You need to be in command. You roll over onto your left side and close your eyes.

 

Tick.....Tock.....Tick.....Tock.....

 

Maybe you drifted off for a while, maybe you didn’t. One thing’s for sure though and that is that you are once again wide awake. That clock is so loud tonight with it’s constant ticking. It has never seemed to be quite so noisy before. Perhaps your wife bought a new one and you just had not noticed; she just had not said. You turn towards her but she seems to be fast asleep, she’s not moving around anyway. You turn back onto your side, adjust your pillow and shut your eyes.

 

Tick.....Tock.....Tick.....Tock.....

 

Perhaps if you put it under a pillow or shut it inside a drawer it would be a bit quieter. But it is so dark, unusually so. It must be very cloudy outside, the moon entirely covered. The room is so full of blackness you cannot see the clock, just hear it’s interminable ticking, tocking......You could put the light on but then you might disturb your wife and you would feel so stupid trying to explain. You can barely make her out as she slumbers beside you. Turning your pillow over, thumping it in to shape, you lay back down, shut your eyes and try to relax. You try to blank out that noise.

 

Tick.....Tock.....Tick.....Tock.....

 

It’s even louder now. You are sure of it. You won’t move, you’ll grit your teeth and ignore it, sure, still, that eventually sleep will come.

 

Tick.....Tock.....Tick.....Tock.....

 

As you lay there you remember the beggar. Male or female you could not tell, so wrapped up in rags they were. Strangely, you hadn’t seen them approach anyone else, and nobody else seemed to notice their presence. Or perhaps they were just good at hiding it. The voice had been dull, quiet, as, hand held out, the beggar said, ‘Cross my palm with silver, Sir? It will be to your advantage.’ And as he had ignored the plea, had carried on his way, he had heard the beggar curse him. Nonsense, of course. But laying in the dark and listening to the clock you can’t help but remember that incident.

 

Tick.....Tock.....Tick.....Tock.....

 

Suddenly your room seems to be flooded with light. The clock is now so loud that its ticking and tocking is making the floor shake, And it is huge! That clock face is right in front of you, how did it get there?

 

The hands are turning backwards. They are getting faster and faster in their reversed revolutions. You don’t understand what is going on. And how can your wife sleep through this! You look towards the sleeping form beside you and are horrified to see, not your wife but a blank-eyed stranger staring straight back at you. She is wrinkled and old, a stranger.

The scream is building up in your throat, forcing its way up and out through your mouth.

But you never get to hear it for the stranger turns towards you, leans forward and bites off before it makes its way out from inside your mouth.

 

Tick.....Tock.....Tick.....Tock.....


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