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r/shortscarystories 5 days ago Zanxiyo The Haunted Timekeeper Julia had always loved antiques, particularly old clocks. When she found an exquisite, ornately carved grandfather clock at a yard sale, she bought it without hesitation. The previous owner warned her, "It has a history." Julia shrugged off his words attributing them to an attempt at raising the price. Back home, she placed the clock in her living room, pendulum swinging rhythmically. That night, she was awoken by the sound of faint ticking, louder than before. She brushed it off, convincing herself it was her imagination. Over the next few days, the ticking grew more insistent, echoing throughout the house. Then came the whispers. Indistinct at first, they seemed to emanate from the clock, growing clearer each night. "Set me free," they murmured. Julia felt a cold dread settle over her but convinced herself it was stress. On the fifth night, the whispers turned into pleas. "Free me," the voice cried, anguished. Desperate to end the torment, Julia decided to confront the source. She approached the clock at midnight, the room unnaturally cold. As she opened the glass door, the pendulum stopped abruptly. A chilling gust of wind enveloped her, and she saw, to her horror, a pair of eyes staring back from within the clock's dark interior. The face of a young woman, pale and ghostly, pressed against the glass. "Help me," the apparition whispered. Terrified, Julia reached inside, her hand trembling. As she touched the clock’s mechanism, there was a sudden, violent yank. Julia screamed as an invisible force pulled her into the clock. The next morning, the clock stood silent in her living room. A new face peered out from behind the glass: Julia’s own, eyes wide with terror, forever trapped within the clock’s cursed interior. The clock's pendulum resumed its motion, ticking steadily, waiting for the next owner.