Ticking

 I could hear the sound outside the window. This ticking. It would stop whenever I looked outside, then start again as soon as I climbed into my bed. Like any sane person would, I assumed it must be the bed making the sound. It must have been a spring or something. It had to be. But it wasn't. Night after night I'd hear the ticking outside my window. I had almost become used to the sound. When it started happening at my girlfriend's, I started to feel concern. The first night I spent at her place was normal. I think. We had a few drinks before making our way to bed. I think I was a little drunk. I passed out and slept like the dead. It was the first night in a long time that I felt I could relax. The second time I spent the night, I heard it. The very same ticking from outside my window was now outside of hers. I tried to wake her up. Every time I did, the noise would stop. I persisted, rambled even. She eventually stopped listening to me and went to sleep. The ticking started immediately. Now I knew it wasn't a coil or a spring. It wasn't my bed. It wasn't even my house. Someone was following me around. Why someone would put so much effort into disrupting anyone was beyond me. And how they always managed to evade being seen was a mystery. I tried to be quiet. I tried to stay away from the windows. I made sure there was no way they would know I was coming. Yet, I was never able to catch even a glimpse of anyone. If I didn't know better, I would say the culprit was invisible. Like a ghost or something... 


But that would just be crazy... 


Ticking Ticking Reviewed by Ali Larsen on June 16, 2021 Rating: 5

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