I toss and turn, my eyes wide open. I just seem to be unable to get sleep or even close my eyes. Because everytime I do, the ticking of my clock gets louder and and I can feel something there, the sight displacement of the air above me.
The eyes on my skin.
The breath on my cheek.
When I open my eyes, nothing. No displaced air, no intense stare, no breath. Only a silence a tick too long before the clock starts ticking again, and the chill in my bones. I shake my head. I can't do this and get up and walk over into the kitchen. Once there, I open the fridge and grab some milk. It's only when I shut the door that that tiny, yellow post-it catches my eye.
"It's almost midnight and it's your time.
I'm coming for you -The Clockman"
I hold my breath and glance at the clock hanging above the door. 11:58.
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