Clock, Lamp, Figurine

Clock, lamp, figurine.

9 pm.

No change. I need to get through the next three hours. I need to keep grounded.

Clock, lamp, figurine.

9.30 pm.

God, I’m hungry. No change.

I can do this; we just need to make it to midnight. Stay focused.

Clock…l-lamp, fi-fi-figurine.

10 pm

No change, but I’m starting to spiral a little. Who am I talking to? No-one else is here. Everyone is safe. I just…just need to stay focused until midnight. Then I can sleep.

Clock…figurine…wait…where’s the lamp?

Oh, phew. Over by the door…I don’t remember it being there, was sure I left it on the fireplace…oh well, brain’s getting foggy in my old age.

10.30 pm

Just an hour and a half to go and then we are free from danger for another night. I was nervous about being left alone at this time of the night. I need to learn to control it, though.

Clock, lamp…now where’s the figurine? The lamp is flickering a little and the figurine’s missing. Where has it gone?

Ah, there it is? No, that’s different…I need to stay grounded, or I’ll spiral.

11.30 pm

This is going much better than I thought.

11.59 pm

Clock…where is the clock? Oh…no.

“Oh Charles…over here in the mirror” I recognise that voice.

“Time to let me out...I have the clock! You didn’t think you keep me locked away, did you?” as his hands pull me towards the mirror, smashing my head in the process. We are one again.

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