Covering every surface, all ticking perfectly in time.
All shining, not because they are polished though.
They are covered in some viscous black liquid.
It reeked of rotten vegetation and rust.
If you were to follow the trail you would be led to a
grandfather clock the height of the room.
You would notice that the pendulum was painted onto
the glass surface meant to display it.
You would see the black liquid trail lead inside this clock.
You would enter.
A tunnel is longer than you expected, certainly longer than
the house in which it resides.
You figure its gone under the street and into a neighbouring home.
The trail looks to be growing thicker and the smell is near unbearable.
As you turn to head back you don't see the tunnel behind you.
There is only a dark grey brick wall where you have been walking.
Your only choice would be to press on and you would do so reluctantly.
The trail has turned to large puddles on the floor.
The further you go, the bigger and deeper the puddles get.
Absentmindedly you wonder if you could swim through whatever this is.
Before you can finish contemplating your potential demise the tunnel abruptly
opens out into a vast concrete chamber.
You see the liquid would be heading down large metal drains all around the
edges of the room but hairy lumps of something are blocking the way.
As far as you can tell the room is totally empty apart from a few empty
clown suits (you'd seen enough films to remove all of the masks and put them
as far from the suits as possible).
You start to scan the room's circumference, hoping to stumble upon a secret
doorway, a ladder, a vent, anything.
You would be too occupied to listen to anything besides the faint gurgle of the
liquid somehow squeezing its way into the drains, too dizzy from the damned
stench of the place, to notice.
By the time you do, its too late.
The masks have all turned towards you.
The suits are swaying, stumbling.
The entrance to the tunnel is gone.
You hear clocks, faintly ticking in the background.
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