I've been hearing this weird noise very often since last week. It goes like this: tic, toc, toc, tic.....
At first I thought it was my clock going out of battery. But even after I changed the batteries, the sound still didn't stop. Tic, toc, tic......
The strange thing about this not very rhythmic and unsettling sound is that no matter where I go, I can still hear it. It's always there, whenever I go to bed or wait for the bus. Toc, tic......
Then one day I was going into the basement to get that antique iron to iron my clothes. It still works well, after all these years. My parents always have a weird obsession with antiques.
The sound's still following me as I climb down the stairs. Tic, toc......
To my horror, the sound seemed to be getting louder and louder with every step I take. Although I know that whatever's making that noise won't take me seriously, I screamed into the darkness, 'Stop that noise if you still wanna live!'
To my amazement, the sound stopped. I let out a sigh of relief as I descended further down into the basement. Now that noise will never bother me again. Wow, whatever's making that noise must be a coward.
Seeing the sight that greeted me downstairs, I knew that I celebrated too soon.
The crooked old man in my basement leered unpleasantly at me as he hit the ground gently with his long knife, making a soft clicking noise.
Tic, toc, tic......
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Really Short Horror Stories
HorrorA collection of horror stories I created. They're short, so you can go through them real fast.
