Clocks

April 15, 2016

Tick tock, tick tock.

Kevin got up from his chair, keeping the book aside. It was time for sleep. He checked the clock; it was 1:43 AM. No time to be awake. He turned the lamp off, and entered the bed, closing his eyes, losing his consciousness slowly.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

This sound of the clock was interrupting him. He hadn’t noticed it till now, apparently.

’For the sake of sleep, shut the hell up.’

Tick tock, tick…

He realised clocks didn’t turn themselves off, apparently. Why couldn’t there be voice controlled clocks?

‘I would buy one if they just MADE IT!’ He shouted to his conscious.

Nothing. It was still going. Looks like no matter what, the clock wasn’t going to listen to him. He’d have to get up.

‘Hsjsajad’, he mumbled random letters as he got up. Probably his way to curse. He pressed the ‘snooze’ button. No shit, it was going. It was still going. He pressed it harder, he pressed it a thousand times. Bet he broke the world record for the most snoozing in a minute. And it kept going.

‘This thing is determined’ he thought.

Kevin couldn’t sleep like this. He moved towards the sofa to sleep. He lay there, closing his eyes, losing his consciousness slowly.

Again. Tick tock.

‘Now WHAT? Can’t a gentleman sleep or what! DAMN YOU!’ So much for being a gentleman.

This was too much. Kevin got up in rage, checking all around him the origin of the sound so he could thrash the thing that was doing this with a hammer, so it dare not make such a sound again. No sign, the room was void of any clock.

Even the clock in the room had stopped, apparently.

Where was this sound coming from then? Kevin moved to check the area around the sofa, looking at every corner. Nothing, this was a dark, clock free space of cheap Ikea furniture.

The sound was coming from somewhere, but Kevin couldn’t figure it out. It was impossible to sleep in such sound, even if he stuffed sound proof glass in his ears. He moved a bit around the house. Not in search of anything, but for a seemingly quieter place where this sound could not reach. The house was small, so it was hard to find a place where this horrible thing wouldn’t pierce his mind. Horrible it was, it was a monster.

‘Upstairs maybe’, he thought. Maybe there he’d find tranquillity.

He walked upstairs. The sound of the clock was faint now, but he could still hear it. He moved to enter the only room which was upstairs; maybe it couldn’t penetrate the door.

Tick tock, tick tock.

It became louder! This was getting harder to figure out at the moment. Where was this sound coming from? Kevin was pretty sure that there was no clock at all on the upper floor.

But then, how? He was utterly confused. A puzzled expression covered his face. He looked out the window of the second floor. The neighbourhood was a ghost town. Not a soul was to be found roaming around. A soft breeze was blowing, as was evident from the leaves of the flying around aimlessly.

‘At least they get to enjoy quiet’, he thought.

Something turned his attention back to the house. The sound had just become even louder, with still whatsoever no direction where it was coming from. It seemed to vibrate through all the walls. It was everywhere, apparently.

This was getting unbearable.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

Kevin was scared. It was evident this was nothing of this universe. Where else did clocks would you find so monstrous? The thing was made to ‘wake you up’, not to ‘keep you up.’

Time, clock, the sound; these were eating him alive. He darted downstairs. Bet he broke the world record for the fastest time to descend stairs too. He was at the door in an instant, and he turned the knob. One more second and he would die of this sound.

He didn’t. But the door didn’t open. It was locked, apparently.

He had an idea; a light shone in his mind.

‘I am saved!’ exclaimed he.

He rushed towards the phone. He picked it up and put it to his ear.

Tick tock, tick tock.

It was coming through the speaker of the phone also, apparently. Brilliant, his last attempt at redemption and this is what he gets.

At this moment, just as the clock chimed off the hour, horror and serenity merged.

Kevin sat down and kept quiet. The sound of clocks continued to reverberate. They buzzed, they chimed, they rang. But his mind was empty. His voice was empty.

He was empty.

And then, the world was empty.

He opened his eyes. He was in his bed; it was 7. Birds were chirping and light reflected throughout the room. The clock was buzzing uncontrollably, apparently.

Tick tock, tick tock.

And he pressed snooze. It became quiet again. Kevin went to sleep.