the clock in the hallway…

September 22, 2016

a-death-clock

When the house grows too small and the shadows too real and the clock in the hallway talks death to itself. When the oven is merely hot and the sheets merely stiff and the clock in the hallway talks death to itself. When the floorboards creak and the furnace pops and the eaves sigh and the windows are too blind… and the clock in the hallway talks death to itself.
Winter… and rain.

Charles L. Grant
Prologue: Nightmare Seasons

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