Yes, just a random thing I wrote for school. CnC, Plz.

[spoiler=]Counter Clockwise

With furrowed brow and paws scratching at the loose strands of his sweater, wrinkling lips turned up with the faintest hint of a smile, and a cough stifled the sound of chuckling towards a little boy, sitting cross legged on the floor, eager for a story. He struggled out from the depths of an old office chair and waved his finger at the grandchild, who had recently asked with excited vivacity and a sparkling smile for a thrilling tale of horror. One that he had not heard before. Not the story about the chair, not the boring old tale of the janitor, not even the fable of the 1867 auction. All of them were delightful at one point, but have now gone past their prime. Yes, the child longed for something to scare him more than the murder mystery films that grandpa snuck him into late at night on chilly October afternoons. The time read 9:25.
“Oh, dear.” He slowly creeped to a nightstand and slid on his reading glasses. “A story scarier than anything you’ve ever seen or heard!” The grizzled man took his cane in hand and then scurried to the corner of the room like a raccoon excited for its next meal. “For that, my boy, I will have to dig out the oldest one I know.” The child propped himself up on a new, polished desk and hopped on to the bed, eyes opening wide. He lay down and snuggled a purring cat, breathlessly waiting for the voice of his grandpa to entrance him. “The story of the grandfather clock!” The time was 9:34.
He dramatically waved his hands towards an obscure figure crouching directly to his side. It was indeed a large clock, standing seven feet tall in the corner next to a couple of wooden crates. As dark as it was, the boy had to squint to view the piece. The base consisted of four individual knobs of wood, furling up into a large block of deep red mahogany wood. A dusty pane of glass made the contents inside even harder to see; a simple copper pendulum swinging in the rhythm of the second hand, in the pale clock face. It looked to be quite old, but there was no visible cracks or broken parts in the clock. The time was 9:51.
“Young man, the story of the grandfather clock may or may not be real. It may have happened 500 years ago, or five years ago. It might even be focused on this very clock.” Not a single trace of sorrow was left in his expression. He became more and more animated as the boy wondered what was in store. “Are you positive that you want to know? Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.” With no hesitation, the child’s head bobbed up and down. The time was 9:57.
“Nobody knows where the clock in question came from. It simply was in an office, shoved back in the corner much like the one you see here. The office was situated in a large building, a busy company with many famous clients. A single desk in the middle of the room was state of the art, brand new and shiny. The room was carpeted, squeaky clean and looked like it was used by the C.E.O. With all of this amazing polish, that old fossil in the corner stuck out like a sore thumb. It was never removed, though, and someone paid a price for that.” The time was 10:06.
“Late one night, someone happened to be sitting at the desk finishing up some paperwork. She had had an extremely frantic day at work, attending to 7 clients. The young woman decided to sleep in her office that night; after all, she could hardly stand upright. As she was just starting to drift off, though, the clock rang twelve. As soon as this happened, her chair tipped over, and she fell onto the floor. The lass bruised herself in a few places, but she assumed that it was simply coincidence that the two events happened simultaneously. A simple fluke.” The time was 10:18.
“The next day, she talked to a coworker about the occurrence. They had a few good laughs about the clock, but that was about it.
the next year, no one thought anything about it. Life went on, and the world was happy. She made friends with the nightly janitor, who cleaned in the South wing where she did most of her work. One day, however, he got a call from one of his superiors that said that the janitor where the woman worked was out sick. The man would have to first clean up where he normally did, but then in the Eastern wing.” The time was 10:29.
“He cleaned the floors as normal, vacuuming and picking up trash. He almost goes home afterwards, but he realized that there was still more to clean in the woman’s office. So he walks over and starts again, as usual. Then, though, something happened. The clock rang twelve. At that moment, he was walking forward with his vacuum; he slipped on some stray garbage and slammed his head straight into the desk! Because of that he had a light concussion, and could not go to work for a few days. He recovered, though, and went back to normal.” The time was 10:45.
“The other thing that this affected was the staff of the building. When he came back, he told his friend about what had happened. For a few moments, she stared at the man, remembering back a year ago to the time where the same thing had happened to herself. ‘That’s strange...’”The time was 10:52.
The boy looked up at the clock in awe. did this really happen, he thought. Could this be the very same clock? He quickly dismissed the idea. It did just sound like a story aimed at scaring him. A glance at his grandfather revealed a lot, though; his face was as serious as he’d ever seen it. His eyebrows pointed down and a knowing smile adorned his face. The time was 10:59.
“Ha! That was not the last unfortunate event! 5 years later, the building was being taken down because nobody wanted their service any more. People scoured it for hours looking for things to sell, and somebody found the clock. He took it out with everything else to be sold at an auction house downtown, and it was gone in a flash. Away to the auctions!” The time was 11:06.
It was a late night sale, very late. The clock was not a very popular item, though, and most people steered clear to look at some other things. The old box was sold to an antique collector about my age. When he was about to go home, everyone was packing up, just doing their job. The clock rang twelve, and guess what? Somebody who was pushing around a bunch of crates tripped up, and the heavy boxes crushed his legs. The poor man ended up with an amputated leg, and never did anything else with his life.” The time was 11:18.
“Sad, sad story. Not as rich as this next man, though. Over time, that old man who bought the clock died naturally. He lived happily for 76 years, a normal age to die for the male gender. His son, not so much.” The loudness of the man’s voice decreased exponentially. “The son... Well, he didn’t turn out to be so lucky.” The time was 11:32.
“43 years of age, it’s a nice August afternoon. He’s a lucky guy; a beautiful bunch of puppies, an amazing, caring wife, and a quirky little kid. The poor kid is only 7 years old at the time.” the grandfather sniffles, and say very quietly; “The father died. He died, with plenty of good years ahead of him. The child... I can’t tell you how much he cried for his daddy.” He looked down for a few seconds. “The... The roof caved in on him. The cursed clock rang it’s awful tone... Something snapped, something cracked in the roof. It just fell. Died in his sleep, the poor man.” He grabs a tissue from his desk. “It’s horrible.” The time was 11:59.
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