Running down the clock : Scary Stories – Short Horror Story

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It’s all slowing down. people. animals. clocks. all of it. I thought it was all in my head, the ticking of my clock getting slower, constantly showing up early for everything, people complaining that I talk too fast. It’s real, no denying that anymore. each second feels like three or four now, up from two last week. it’s accelerating and I can’t do one fucking thing about it, how am I supposed to fight time?

life’s already impossible. people sound like parodies to me now, their voices distorted and warped into whale songs from hell. when I try to talk it comes out as gibberish to me and others because my vocal chords can’t keep up with my head. I did some math and if this keeps up in two weeks a second will feel like two hours. what kind of life is that?

when I stub my toe I feel a short irritation get stretched into eons of agony. every cramp, ache and sore muscle drags forever. at night my I don’t know what makes it harder to sleep, my fear or the fact that the darkness stretchers for days now.

I’ve already decided what to do, I’m just scared it’s too late now and however I do it I’ll feel it coming.

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