The Whispering Clock
On the quiet edge of a remote village, where cobblestone streets met dense fog, stood an antiquated clock tower. The villagers called it "The Whispering Clock" because, on windless nights, faint murmurs could be heard emanating from its wooden walls. Most dismissed it as creaking mechanisms or an overactive imagination. But not Dalia.
Dalia was new in the village, a watchmaker who had inherited a small shop from her estranged uncle. The day she moved in, she was drawn to the clock tower like a moth to a flame. Its massive bronze face stared down at her, its hands frozen at precisely 3:33—a peculiar detail that no one seemed able to fix. Or maybe, she thought, no one dared to.
One stormy evening, while adjusting the gears of an old pocket watch in her dimly lit shop, she heard it—the whispers. At first, she thought it was the wind rattling the shutters. But as she stood still, holding her breath, the murmurs grew louder, more coherent.
“Find us...”
The words sent shivers down her spine. Who was speaking? And how? The clock tower was hundreds of meters away. Yet, the voice was unmistakably coming from within her own workshop. Gripping a lantern, she decided to investigate.
The rain poured relentlessly as Dalia pushed open the creaky door of the clock tower. The villagers had warned her against coming here at night. “Bad luck,” they said. “That place remembers things best forgotten.” But Dalia was not easily swayed by superstition.
Inside, the air was thick with dust and the metallic tang of rust. The silence was oppressive—until she heard it again.
“Find us…”
The voice seemed to come from above. She began to climb the rickety spiral staircase, each step groaning under her weight. At the top, she found the ancient clockwork mechanism, its gears frozen in place, much like the clock face outside. But something was strange: a faint, golden glow emanated from behind the gears.
She reached out tentatively, her hand brushing against the smooth brass surface. The gears began to turn on their own, releasing a low hum that filled the room. The golden glow intensified, and suddenly, a hidden compartment sprang open. Inside was a small wooden box, intricately carved with symbols Dalia didn't recognize.
As she opened the box, the room filled with a rush of cold air. The whispers stopped. Instead, a voice, clear and commanding, spoke directly into her mind:
"You have freed us. But at what cost?"
Before she could react, the box disintegrated into ash, and the clock tower shuddered violently. When the tremors ceased, Dalia realized she was no longer in the clock tower. She stood in the heart of the village, but it was not the same village she knew. The streets were empty, the buildings derelict, and the sky an unnatural shade of crimson.
In the days that followed, Dalia discovered she had unwittingly unleashed something ancient and forgotten—a force tied to the clock tower, one that had been imprisoned for centuries. The whispers returned, but now they spoke of her. The villagers kept their distance, their fearful gazes lingering on her as she passed.
The Whispering Clock remained silent, its hands still frozen at 3:33. But Dalia knew better than to believe it was truly still. She had become its keeper, its prisoner, and its witness.
And at night, when the village was cloaked in silence, the whispers would return, carrying with them a single, chilling message:
“Time is watching.”
I love a good eerie story
Thanks for sharing
My pleasure ☺️
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