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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

What would you do if you were a clock stuck in a never ending nightmare?

Submitted: September 13, 2018

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Submitted: September 13, 2018



Tick, Tick, Tock. 

I walk up towards the endless spiral of numbers.

Tick, Tick, Tock.

I look around to see my emotions.

Death, Death, Tock.

I killed my dog, my grandmother, my sister, and my cat.

Flip, Flip, Tock.

I tried to back track, but you know they're dead.

Drip, Drop, Tock.

The blood drips from the bedsheets that once was white. My sins are no longer be.

Lick, Lick, Tock.

I lick their blood and eat their bodies. Oh, it tastes so good.

Chop, Chop, Tock.

I hack a finger off. I hack a toe off. I CRUNCH the bones until they are a fine powder.

Insane, Insane, Tock.

Insane doesn't work, but I really am in no self control.

Tick, Tick, Tock. 

I back track to one O' Clock.

Rub, Rub, Bite.

I was rubbed up against a wall. I couldn't escaped and I got bit.


I hear the myserious ticking noise. That grandfather clock. Oh, THAT GRANDFATHER CLOCK. I CAN'T STAND IT TICKING FOR MUCH LONGER.

I'll hack my own skin until I can eventually peel it off...




Stop that ticking noise...




Stop that ticking right now.




My hell is unleashed.


My eyes turn bloodshot, while my body in uncontrollable. I just killed my son... I eat his fleash until the bone... I am the zombie that controls the western house. All that ticking just drives me crazy.

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