User:Ohthehorror

My pasta: TICKING Ticking. Ticking. Ticking. Ticking.

The sound echoing through my house as I sleep. The simple click, with a perfect second in between. It seems infinite. The sound is like a voice, lulling me to sleep. I am almost asleep when it happens. The ticking stops. For 3 seconds, it's silent. Then the ticking again. Wait, no, not ticking, what the hell! Footsteps... The front door creaks open. I jump out of bed and run to my daughters room. I quickly wake her up, tell her to hide, and run downstairs. Nothing. The front door is locked. What the hell?! Okay. That might not have been the best introduction. I am Will Johnson, I live in Kentucky, but that's not important. Last night some strange shit happened in my house, and hell, I don't know what happened but I pray to god it won't happen again. There was no intruder or monster, or any shit like that, but it scared the shit out of me. Oh well... No shit, I just think I overworked last week. I get back from work, at about 11:30 pm. I kiss my daughter's forehead, as I tuck her into bed. Finally, I can sleep.

Surprisingly, nothing happens tonight, I get a lot done at work, so I come home early. It's time for dinner, so I shout for my daughter to come downstairs. She doesn't respond. I go inside her room to see what's wrong. She is sitting on her bed, her face pale, and her body shaking. She is crying. "Dad..." Her voice trails off. "Can we move?" "Why honey?" I ask. "The bad man is scaring me." She whispers. "What?" I ask. "Shh" she whispers, "he will hear you." "Who will?" I asked. This was starting to creep me out. My daughter suddenly started sobbing out of control. It was 11:30 pm. "He heard you." She quietly said. She was shaking uncontrollably now. Ticking. Ticking. Ticking. Ticking. Suddenly I remembered. We don't have a clock! The ticking started getting louder, and muck more rapid then before. It started to sound like the clacking of claws. I sighed a sigh of relief when I remembered I locked the door, but my heart sank when I heard the lock on the door burst open. I grabbed my rifle, and ran downstairs. What I saw gave me nightmares for days. I can't describe what I saw, just because it would make me vomit just by thinking about it. All I can say, is its body was in a curved, unnatural Position. It had large curved claws that made clacking noises when they hit the floor. It almost sounded like ticking. It twitched with every move it made. It started crawling toward me. I screamed and started shooting. When the smoke cleared, the thing wasn't there. I ran upstairs to check on my daughter. She wasn't hurt. Ticking. Ticking. Ticking. Ticking. I was furious now. I grabbed my rifle and shot blindly down the stairs. I shot until the house was filled with thick black smoke. I shot until my ears hurt. Then I looked down the stairs. Nothing. I went back to my daughter's room and looked in the window. It was a bird knocking its beak agains the glass. That's all it was. A bird. I laughed. I laughed and I threw my rifle down the stairs. I laughed as I kissed my daughter's forehead. I laughed as I tucked her into bed, and I laughed as I heard the clacking of claws coming up the stairs.