The Clock that ticked at midnight

The Clock that ticked at midnight

One day I was looking around my grandmas attic when I found a really old clock. It was covered in dust and looked like nobody had touched it in years. The hands were stuck at twelve. I thought it was pretty cool and went downstairs.

That night I heard a weird sound. Tick. Tick. Tick. I looked around my room but couldn't find anything. Then I realized the sound was coming from the attic. I was kind of scared but decided to go check it out.

When I got to the attic, the clock was ticking by itself. Then I heard someone whisper my name. "Damion..." I froze. Nobody else was up there. I ran back to my room as fast as I could.

The next morning I told my grandma what happened. She looked really worried. "Stay away from that clock," she said. "Something isn't right about it." That made me even more curious. I wanted to know what was going on.

That night I went back upstairs. Under the clock I found a little silver key. I noticed a small hole on the side of the clock that it fit into. I knew I shouldn't use it, but I did anyway. I slowly turned the key.

The clock door opened with a loud creak. Inside was a dark staircase. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Then a weird shadow appeared. "Thanks for letting me out," it whispered. I was so scared and started backing away.

The shadow started coming closer. I panicked and slammed the clock door shut. The ticking stopped and everything went quiet. I ran downstairs and told my grandma. She just looked at me and said, "I told you not to open it."

The next morning the clock was gone. I thought everything was finally over. But that night I heard something again. Tick. Tick. Tick. This time the sound was coming from inside my bedroom wall. Then I heard a voice I knew way too well. "Damion... I'm still here." I pulled my blanket over my head and I don't think I slept at all that night. The End