|At Midnight's Passing
Author: xXxAngelofMusicxXx PM
A young man comes to work as the caretaker at the long abandoned Chacy Mansion despite the tales of what happened to the eldest of the Chacy daughters,Anna. This is his tale of his encounter with the Chacy Family's dark secret. Part 3 in a series.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Horror/Poetry - Words: 565 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-22-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2954662
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At Midnight's Passing
By Selena Uptain
Ah, the Chacy Mansion beyond Weeping Willow's Hill.
Abandoned for many years and yet a wonder still.
I've come to work as the caretaker after the last one disappeared.
I stand outside the wrought iron gates and feel a twinge of fear.
How it looms amongst the willow trees as if time has never passed!
I approach the oaken doors and enter this monstrosity at last.
I'm standing in the foyer, a candle in my hand.
Mystified, I glance around, at this peculiar land.
I ascend the grand staircase to the second floor above.
On the wall is a portrait of Anna Chacy who died from the pains of love.
Tick, tock! Booms the clock leaning against the wall.
Stumbling backwards, I catch myself, as I almost fall.
It seems untouched, for its glossy wood gleams.
Not a speck of dust is there to be seen.
Tick, tock! It booms once more.
Then down the hall, I see a door.
I stumble my way into the room.
Whilst my eyes adjust to the murky gloom.
On the bed I see a note.
Covered in a dusty coat.
"The clock, I hear it all around.
I'll never escape that awful sound.
Weaker I grow with each passing day.
I go to my grave and with me the secret shall stay."
Anna Chacy, it reads at the end.
I feel a weakness deep within.
Tick, tock! The clock booms again.
In my heart I feel a stunning pain.
She said the secret lies within her grave.
I must find it if I am to be saved.
To the cemetery I make my way.
For in the mausoleum she does lay.
A gloomy mist covers the ground.
The smell of decay is all around.
I enter the tomb and descend the marble stairs.
I feel as if I'm trapped in a ghastly nightmare.
I come upon her sepulcher, the lid is open wide.
Curiously, I peer within, and gasp at what's inside.
A note clutched in a skeletal hand.
What's left of the skin has crumpled to sand.
Tearing the note from her icy grip, I begin to read its contents.
"My life is at an end and for this I must lament.
From the clock there is no escape.
Nothing can be done, I must face my fate.
But to those who may come across this curse,
Turn back the clock for better or worse."
Turn back the clock, is this what I must do?
I reenter the house, eleventh hour nearly through.
I ascend the stairs and glare at the clock.
Once more it booms Tick, Tock!
And to my horror the hands begin to spin.
Faster and faster, a ticking whirlwind.
Tick, tock! Tick, tock! It booms all around.
Louder and louder increases the sound.
Weaker I grow as the hands spin faster.
And then I grab them with what little strength I can master.
Winding them back as far as they'll go.
The weakness starts to leave my soul.
Images of my life blur in my brain.
And in my limbs is a stunning pain.
With one final Tock! The ticking stops.
And I can no longer reach the clock.
Too far I wound it, as now I can see.
For now an infant is where once was me.