1 Tick Tick Toc

The house is really hot. Cara realizes as she sits down on her creepy old bed. The move was not ideal, the place was fully furnished with a bunch if weirdo old man stuff. The new (well actually really old) house smelled like perfume from the 1500's and the wall paper was peeling off the walls. Cara completely got that they had no money. She snorted at her self as she thought this. Jesus. This was like every horror story. Old creepy house. Kid does not like the house then evil spirits scared the people that moved there. Oh my god, they also happened to have no money to move. Yeah. Totally like every other horror movie. Gross.

Cara opened the old closet to find a dead rat.

" Hey, ma. The old a$$ closet up here has a dead rat!" Cara shouts as she slams the closets doors closed. She cringes as a old picture in her new room stares at her.

" Your stupid." She says as she takes it off her wall. She would probably put her picture of ' Metallica ' there. oh my god. Just great.

" Oh, and ma the creepy old picture up here is covered in bugs. " Cara says as she breaks the brittle frame and tosses it in the trash can. She sighs deeply.

" Cara what was that. " Her mother says coming up the stairs.

" I said our house sucks and so do you. by the way we have rats and bed bugs. " Cara says pushing her mother out of the way as she opens the closet door and pointed at the rotting rat in the closet.

" Oh my goodness! Cara gross get away you'll get sick. " Her mother says coming over to move her away. " Why don't you check out that room down the hallway I think I heard a clock. Clocks are cool. "

Cara snorts.

" Yeah for million year old grandpa's. Maybe they'll be as old as big old Ben." She retorts. Her mother is about to say something but Cara is already down the hallway.

'Tick tick tick tick toc '

The clock is really big. And loud.

" How am I going to sleep sounds like a old man shooting a billion year old machine gun." She mutters to her self. " That's a clock. "

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As Cara got closer the ticking got louder. It was annoying. Cara opened the door and it made a low groan. Cara closed her eyes and rubbed her nose with two fingers. She cringes inwardly. Everything was a horror movie aspect. At least clocks weren't.

' TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TOC.' the clocks ticks and occasional tocs where loud in this room but the clock was magnificent. It was one of those old clocks with a pendulum. It swung back and forth and was almost hypnotizing. the clock hands where covered in gold and silver patches reveling that it was not actually gold plated or painted. The fave of a clock was faded but Cara could tell it was Roman numerals.

" Kind of... cool. " she said slightly awed.

' BONG BONG BANG ' The clock struck six. She nearly fell over laughing. Such a magnificent clock and yet it could not even tell the time. But she knew that people set the clocks. So... really who was stupid? Her for momentarily being stupid for thinking clocks could tell time. Or the person who set the clock. Probably both.

' TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK.... ' The clock stopped. unexpectedly.

" Broken useless clock. " Cara muttered. She left the room and went back to her own. She sat on the bed and watched her mother cringe as she threw the dead rat in the garbage wear huge bright yellow gloves. She stared at the open closet... And laughed.

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three o'clock

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heavy breathing. Foot steps. A door opens. Cara in her bed. Nice Brown hair.

" No like the clock. Maybe like mirror. " A ragged voice whispered. Cara looks up seeing right threw hell.

" Stupid breeze" She says.

" Sleep now. Hell leave for now. " The ragged voice said and giggled in a strange discussing giggle.

' he he he he. Ha he Ha he. '

silence.

hell.

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