Tick Tock

Tick Tock

The clock chimes as the hand reaches 10:00

The seat is the same pale yellow as the nights before, and the walls were the same dusty egg shell color. The hardwood floor was a dark smooth brown and the room was dimly lit, leaving an eerie feeling in my stomach.

Something felt very wrong.

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

My eyes dart around as the hand reaches towards 10:30. There are no doors, and no windows.

Any minute now, I thought as my fingernails dug into the sides of the chair.

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

The clock then hits 11:00

The ticking stops.

My heart rate spikes and breathing hitches as I realize it’s time.

Staring with wide eyes, the room begins to rumble as the floor starts to stain with a crimson red.

The once yellow chair turns a bloody orange as the thick liquid rises and climbs the walls.

Desperate to escape, I claw at the wallpaper hoping to break the barrier between me and freedom.

Reaching for the ceiling, the chair slips from under me and I’m plummeted into the dark, sticky sea of blood

Screaming for air, my mouth and lungs are flooded with the flavor of burnt metal. My sight is now blurry, and my head aches from the lack of oxygen.

The Clock is now red, as the hand touches 12:00

Tick Tock

Tick Tock,

I jump up from the chair in a cold sweat and see that the blood is gone, and the room is now normal.

Looking up, I see that the clock is back to 10:00