In the isolated settlement of Ravenswood, there was talk of the ‘Night Watcher’. It seemed that every new moon there was a loss of someone who usually left behind a single antique pocket watch most unusually positioned and ticking on the doorstep. Who would be shedding skins next was what no one knew.
It was a chilly night and school mistress Mary heard a sound somewhere on the other side of her door, a strange ticking that just managed to find its way through the freezing air. Her heart racing, she was hesitant to open it. On the welcome mat before her, was the intricately designed brass watch whose hands spat at her in defiance of the hour, the midnight hour. The moment she picked it up, the entire universe appeared to vanish away. The warmth was no more but there was the sickening smell of decaying flesh.
Out of nowhere, the image of a dark and deformed figure with abysmal hollow lights appeared somewhere in her side view. She was unable to yell, caused instead some heavy tension inside together with her body. As the figure drew closer, whispers in her head drove her into a frenzy. The last thing that ever registered in Mary’s brain was the watch’s hands spinning in reverse, seamlessly eroding any trace of her.
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