Short Horror Stories

Chapter 45 - Poem

Tik tok, goes the clock who's hand is climbing up the top.

Cling, cling, when it dim as it reaches midnight's ring.

Tap, tap, just in a snap the lady climb the ceiling top.

Tingling, I saw her staring, her hideous face had got me running.

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