• " Michelle, come on. We don't have all day, Grams is guna be here soon!"

    Michelle Smith runs down the stairs, still in her tutu and slippers, even though ballet practice had ended over an hour ago.

    Today is Michelle's ninth birthday and her grandmother is coming to take her shopping.

    As soon as Michelle gets to the last stair, Grams busts through the front door with a wicked smile on her face. She grabs Michelle in her arms and swings her around. Michelle's grandmother has alot of energy, which it perfectly normal, seeing as she is still only in her mid-forties.

    "Lets go, kiddo." She says happily.

    They start the evening by taking walk to the flea market, Michelle gets a raw feeling in her stomach. It aches, but not enough to call herself sick, just...Woosy.

    She turns her head and stares into the window of an abandoned building, then quickly looks away. In the window sits a clown clock. A clock which Michelle already developed a feeling of hate for. It has a pair of evil looking eyes. She walks on, quickening her steps.

    Grams and her mum turn the corner and continue to walk down another long street... the Market comes into Michelle's view. She laughs gleefully. This is why Michelle loves her birthday so much.

    Her grams walks them all around. Michelle is happy until they reach one stand, at first she doesn't notice it, but then when she turns her head, Its there. The same clown clock! No, it cant be the same, how could it be? Michelle quickly tells her gram to move on, so they do.

    Then something catches Grams eye, a diffrent stand, about ten minutes after the last one. Gram smiles, excitedly.

    "How 'bout this!" she laughs, pointing at a clock. Michelle can't see it right, but she has a bad feeling in her stomach. Then, Gram moves so she can see the face. And there, was the face of a clown.

    Its smile in a Evil smirk, its red eye makeup, bleeding down. So it looks like the clown is crying tears. Its eyes are pure black, holding no color, no light. It scares Michelle..

    "I dont know grams..." She mumbles,

    "Its ok dear! You need a clock, your always rushing around anyway."

    Grams talks to the man, and points to the clock. When he first looks at the clock, his face is utterly confused. as if confused by the presence of this item, as if he never knew about its existence until that very moment.

    "Where'd that come from?"

    But then he shrugged it off and accepted the money. I mean, his gain after all.

    They carry it back to the house, and plant it in Michelle room, in the far corner, away from her bed. Michelle stays out of the room as long as she can, and then at eight fifty, on the dot. Her mum sends her up... Michelle creeps up the stairs slowly, as if on secret.

    After changing into her pajamas, she puts her night light in, and goes snuggly into her covers. She closes her eyes, and then before drifting off to sleep, a bell goes off. The clock strikes nine, and its as if, the smile on its evil face grew.

    After calming down her beating heart, she drifts back to sleep, for what seems only moment. But again, she is awoken by the dinging clock, striking ten. She looks over to the clock, and it seems closer some way. Its shadow is huge, hanging over Michelle's head.

    She puts it behind her, she must be seeing things, how would a clock move on its own? She falls back to sleep comfortably.

    Not even tossing or turning.

    The clock strikes Eleven, waking up Michelle once more. Her heart rate excellerating. Its getting harder to breath, will she ever get use to that clock? She looks over at it again, and it seems even closer then before. Almost half way to her. This must be a nightmare, she laughs to herself.

    She squeezes her eyes tight, and falls asleep once again. This time, falling into a real nightmare. The nightmare has the clown clock on it. Its smiling at her. taunting her, the face hops off the clock. It turns into a real clown.

    "I neeeed you" It says evilly, his words long and eerily "My last hopeee, to maaake me reeeeaaal!"

    Then it opens its big mouth, showing her ragged teeth...

    She wakes up jumpy, the clock strikes midnight. the sound is close, she turns her head, and the clock is right next to her. Its smile is up turned, and wicked. Like it has something evil on its mind. Michelle grips her covers tightly. The smile seems to grown, and the teeth seperate.

    It opens its mouth, Michelle screams. Her mother hears the scream, but thinks nothing off it after it gets quiet. Must be another nightmare, she thinks before shutting off her own light, and drifting off to sleep.

    The next morning, the mother goes to wake Michelle up for school. she walks in the room, and the clock strikes seven, a.m. The mother jumps and laughs at herself after. Then she looks at the bed, Michelle isnt there.

    "...what?" she runs to the bed, its soaked in blood.

    The mother screams, and falls to her knees, Michelle is gone.