Death Clock

          He just woke up in what seems to be an underground celar. The dust created a feeling of despair, he looked around him, but nothing was there but a clock, a vintage clock. A spray of blood blocked the view he couldnt see the time. He grabbed his shirt and cleaned the fresh red blood off, it was 6:00 PM he couldnt believe his eyes. Last time he remembers it was 12:00 AM ! With no light to shine his chamber he was left alone, surrounded by wallas of horror. He doesnt know were he is, after he realised the upcoming masquerade he began to mummer. All that happened in seconds, he began to hear the ticking of the clock. The irritation was unbearable, he began to think of destruction, he wanted to stop it ! He wanted to end its ticking for good!
         After he over came the sound he began to look around the room but not much was there to find, a tripod with sharp ends. He began to scream ! He couldnt endure this sufferring anymore, he imagined his corpse, with the sharp ends of the tripod penatrating his flesh ! The Horror was inexplainable. In a matter of seconds the clock stopped ticking, the walls around him collapsed, the chamber was destroyed and he woke up to find himself safe inside his bed. It was all, the work of the Devil.

By, Riad Al-Soufi.