I sat in my bedroom doing my homework, my parents staying late at work. I was an only child, meaning that I was home alone right now. I scribbled down another answer to a math problem.
Tick, click, tick
I jerked my head behind me, where I had heard the noise. Nothing. No one. Nothing that could have possibly made a ticking or clicking noise.
Click, tick, click
I placed my pencil down, standing up and walking around the room. I couldn't find anything. I pulled my long black hair out of the high ponytail, fear showing in my ocean blue eyes.
I grabbed my katana off the wall, what I usually use as just a wall decoration. I unsheathed it, walking around. Still nothing.
Click, click, click, tick
Was it a clock? My door was closed. I don't have a clock on my room that makes ticking noises. Or clicking noises.
Tick, tick, tick, click
I screamed, whacking the wall with the katana blade. I did it unknowingly. I came back to reality, seeing what I'd done.
"What happened?" I whispered.
Click, tick
It was getting louder. Steadily, gradually. It wouldn't go away. I dropped the katana and clamped my hands over my ears, dropping onto my knees. I started screaming, believing that the noise was in my head.
My screams wouldn't block out the noise. It has to all be in my head.
This will drive me crazy.
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Keep It Down (Creepypasta OC)
HorrorSydney has felt as though there's something about her life driving her crazy. She was right. She's been driven crazy, not knowing what she's supposed to do about it. What will Sydney do? Will she turn to her alernste personality?
