Short Horror Stories
Chapter 45 - Poem
Tik tok, goes the clock who's hand is climbing up the top.
Cling, cling, when it dim as it reaches midnight's ring.
Tap, tap, just in a snap the lady climb the ceiling top.
Tingling, I saw her staring, her hideous face had got me running.
Cling, cling, when it dim as it reaches midnight's ring.
Tap, tap, just in a snap the lady climb the ceiling top.
Tingling, I saw her staring, her hideous face had got me running.