The Clock Ticked

The clock ticked. Tick tick tick. The sound echoed through the dark hallways of the oversized house. Moonlight shined through one of the windows, the image of the window was projected to the floor. The clock ticked and everything else was silent and still. Tick tick tick. Then footsteps were heard, hasty and quick footsteps. the wood floor creaked under each footstep and was joined by the sound of slippers slapping the ground with each quick step.

A pair of legs rushed passed the window and disrupted the image on the floor for just a second. The clock continued to tick and the footsteps grew faster. Then in the darkness a figure stood before the clock as it ticked and as the ticking echoed through the house. Such a soft noise traveled so far and seemed so loud in the dead of night. The figure hastily grabbed the clock and shook it with annoyance. After a few moments of fiddling with the clock, the ticking eventually stopped. One last tick could be heard and the faint little sound bounced through the whole house and seemed so loud for just a second. Then all was silent, everything still.

The clock lay motionless and silent on the table, no longer telling time or ticking away the seconds. The footsteps quickly moved back through the house. The slippers slapped against the ground, the floor creaked and the light from the window was disrupted. The footsteps walked quickly and then they too stopped. All was silent in the house and all was still. The night continued on and time passed, but the ticking had finally stopped.