Published: December 22, 2005
What happened in that basement, I rather hope I forget, or at least I hope I may perish soon so that I no longer have to endure the constant mind rattling images that appear in my mind when the night is dark and the clock strikes 12.
It's true that I never thought that when I got the call from Arthur, I would end up seeing a clock that would house so much evil, or that I would have to watch my dear friend Arthur Cremwell get dragged away to a world unlike our own. A world that is home to the vilest of evils, and even Satan may feel the slightest tinge of remorse when he thinks upon the clock that he endowed with his own power and a portal.
Arthur Cremwell loved trinkets and small worthless items that he could get at inexpensive prices to hang or dec his house with. I often poked fun at the way his house was always so crowded with strange antiquetties, and I often said he must not know what his walls looked like anymore, the piles of strange collective oddities were stacked so high.
On one particularly cloudy September eve, Arthur invited me over to his house, he did not say why, he just mentioned a new something he wanted to show me. The cloudy weather had me in quite the mood, as rainy or cloudy weather often does. I decided to brighten my mood by fulfilling Arthur's wish and visiting him and getting a good chuckle out of what he had gotten this time.
I drove to his house at around 10:00 P.M, I must say it was strange for him to invite me over so late, but then Arthur never was ordinary.I made it to his house and took in the atmosphere. Coupled with the weather, his house looked somewhat spooky and eerie, as the old wooden house was set upon a hill, surrounded by trees whose leaves had left them for the autumn season. I walked up the pathway to his house and chills seemed to run down my spine, although I was wearing a scarf and a jacket. I shook off the strange feelings of forboding the house was giving off and instead knocked on the door without hesitation.
My feelings off slight horror left me when I saw the rosy cheeks of my good friend, Arthur, who was in a very chipper mood, and he invited me in more hastily then usual and lead me through his house. I did not overexaggerate when I described Arthur's house of odd paraphernalia. The stacks of trinkets stretched from the floor to the ceiling and from the northern wall to the southern, and eastern wall to the western. I had to tread carefully to find my way around the strange memorabelia, and I note I almost tripped over a porcelain chinese warrior, and I did stub my toe on a snowglobe that was covered in dust.
We made it to the basement steps and my feelings off dread returned to me. In the basement, there was nothing decking the walls, or strange antiquetties strewn across the floor. Instead it was simply empty, besides a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling and an odd shaped clock hanging on the wall.
Arthur led me down the steps, and he took me immediately to the clock, which I assumed he wanted to show me in the first place. Arthur began explaining how he had found the clock for free in the dumpster of the antique store off the blvd. I did not hear the whole story, only the occasional chuckle would I hear through my strange trance. I was most interested in this clock, but it was not something good that drew me so near. I sensed something of the utmost evil out of the clock, and I desperately hoped that Arthur would finish soon so that I could go home and act as if I had never seen it.
The clock's time read 11:45, and I wanted dreadfully to be out of the basement, and out in the open where I could run if something evil happened. The Roman-Numerals on the clock seemed to mock me as the hands went slowly around, it was going to happen soon, though I didn't know how I knew or when it would happen for sure. Finally, Arthur tapped me on the shoulder, awakening me from my trance, and bringing me back to reality. He stupidly glanced at his watch, though a clock was right there, and exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, would you look at the time? It's almost 12 0' clock!"
I stopped breathing for 10 seconds, and looked at the clock again. The minute hand was pointing directly left of the "XII" that I knew stood for 12. The minute hand moved, and suddenly, I couldn't. I tried to run, but something wasn't letting me move. I could only look around as the most dreadful of things happened.
Arthur was frozen as well, though he didn't seem aware of anything. Out of the clock walked a being made of bone and wielding a scythe that gleamed in the dim light of the basement. The being was glaring at Arthur, and though I tried to scream, nothing would let me utter a noise. He seemed unaware of the being's presence, and as it grew closer, my heart begin beating faster and faster, it the only moving thing inside me. The being grabbed Arthur by the leg and began pulling him back towards the clock. He began writhing and turning, but he could not escape the grip of the great being of bone.
And the sound I heard afterward, still haunts me. The sound that is so normal, yet can be the most macabre sound under the right circumstances. I watched Arthur get dragged away, and I saw him get pulled into the clock while the skeletal being dragged him, scarcely aware that he was dragging someone. I was released from my immobility, just in time to hear the clock chime for 1 0' Clock.