Elizabeth was confused. The walls were all bricked. She looked up. There were cracks in the roof, huge cracks. Elizabeth walked back up the creaky stairs. She slid her hand up the wall and all the concrete fell down. He went up the stairs and shut the door. She put the lock back on then pushed the plant back.
She had never realized the absolute awful paint job and why she hadn’t seen it before. She moved the lock into the plant so it couldn’t be seen, but as she was doing that, she heard something behind her, like a voice.
“Well, well, well,” hissed Mrs Mayfield. “What do we have here?”.
Elizabeth gulped, “Well, uh- um- I-,”
Mrs Mayfield sighed. “ Don’t give me all this and that, what did you see down there?”
“Uh- sorry- Nothing, I swear,” muttered Elizabeth
“I know you saw it, you don’t need to pretend,” cunned Mrs Mayfield. “I don’t mind, just don’t tell ANYONE!!”
“Why? Why is it there? Why did you lie? Why did you keep it all a secret? What, even. Is. it.?” cried Elizabeth.
“Look, I can’t tell you, but I beg you, please, please, PLEASE, do not tell anyone,” sighed Mrs Mayfield.
“Well, what’s in it for me, how do I not tell people that you are LITERALLY, turning back time.,” groaned Elizabeth.
“Fine, I will cook you your favorite dinner, everyday, for a week,” suggested Mrs Mayfield.
“A month,”
“Fine, okay 1 month it is, but don’t tell anyone,” said Mrs Mayfield. “ I wish I could tell you why, I really do, but I- I- just can’t,”.
That same night, Elizabeth couldn’t get to sleep. She couldn’t understand why she was turning back time. How old is she? Why was the clock so old? The little wooden panels with cracks in between them. Elizabeth put on her dressing gown and slid her slippers on. She went downstairs to get some
water. She looked at the door and walked over. She opened the creaky door. It squeaked louder than a mouse. The dust fell from the top of the door. She started coughing and it went into her eyes. She rubbed her eyes, cleared her throat and Elizabeth started walking down the old wooden stairs.
She held onto the rail. The dusty, dirty, disgusting stairs thudded as Elizabeth took each step down the stairs. She wanted to see the clock again. It was bigger than the actual house. But the house didn’t have an extra side to it. The clock was wooden. She looked up and the numbers were a gleaming, glowing, gold. The hands ticked and ticked round. It was now 00:00. The clocks suddenly turned rapidly round. They kept turning and turning. Elizabeth became startled and jumped back by the sudden cause. She heard the stairs beginning to creak.
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