7.)

That voice could it be?!

“ROMAN!” Matts yelped, almost falling out of her seat.

It was her butler, the one who she’d been looking for all morning, finally she had found him, but something did not quite sit right with her. It was that chill once more, but she ignored it once more, chucking it up to just be a chill January breeze.  

Matts rolled back into, parked between the kitchen narrow door. “Silly, you can’t just forget about our morning greeting.

“Silly boy…” 

“...” No answer from Roman, it was almost like he was purposefully ignoring her, feuling her anger, trying to get a rise out of her.

“No he’s not. And I told you I could hear you:”

‘Oh I know. Just saying.’ 

“I told you, we’ll do it.” Ida hissed, shooting daggers at Roman.

“Oh my God, Roman, you are such a stick in the mud sometimes.” Emilia poked him, playfully winking at his work driven eyes.

“Ja, give them a minute, doof.” ah, and of course Leonie chimed in defending her girls from that big-headed brother of hers.

Roman face turned red as Leonie just smirked at him, daring him to give a comeback, but he just simply sighed knowing he could not win her in an argument or a friendly game of throwing insults at each other, she had always been the sibling with the good comebacks and snarky remarks. 

“Just do your jobs for once.”  Roman lowered his head in defeat and shame. 

“Okay ladies, you heard him back to work-” Everyone froze as if tape stopping in a video player.

Matts rolled towards Roman, gently tugging at his soft polyester pant leg. 

“um , hallo, Ro Ro, can you hear me?” Matts looked up at the frozen Roman, Her eyes beginning to sting and blur, filling with tears, “Roman Klein, if you don’t answer me this minute-”

She shook his leg, tears flowing down her cold yet still rosy cheeks. “Roman, I’m really annoyed now!” Matts looks up   at him once more, her sadness contorting into rage. She rolled her wheelchair over his foot, The wheel of the chair going through him like he was just a shadow, a memory. She shivered, feeling that same chill, from the moment she woke up to the moment she found him. 

But this was a  new chill, much deadly and fearful, a certain feeling that you feel when death is near.

She looked at her butler once more, looking like a sad puppy that wanted a treat, 

“I’m beginning to suspect that you were never actually my friend!”

She reaches for a wooden spatula and throws it at romans head, he didn’t even flinch, his head dropped but still, he did not flinch. 

As MAtts rolled out, she flipped them the bird and shouted,

“IHR SEID ALLE IDIOTEN!”

She Rolled down the hall, upset, but there was still this feeling of dread and death in the air.

A sound, so quiet yet loud enough to make you look up, came towards her from the darkest part of the hall. 

‘Tick tock tick tick tock tock tick tock tick tick tick tock tock tick…’

That of a pocket watch. maybe? 

Along with that came the whispers of her name 

“Mathew…..Dietrich….Mathew…..Dietrich….Math-ew….”

A chill, frozen as the north went up her spine causing her to jolt out of her seat, making her fall to her knees. She looked back at her wheel, the darkness began to follow her, rapidly absorbing any and everything in its path.

With a panicked mind, Matts started to crawl away as fast as she could with her twig-like elbows. 

‘DONG! DONG! DONG!’

She stopped in her pursuit, that familiar sound that always made her fear coming down there.  The Grandfather clock that had been in the family for decades. The clock tower that never chimed, the one she’d been having night terrors about for weeks now, it finally chimed. 

It was exactly how she knew it would sound, terrifying and soul shaking.
As she focused on the clock’s hands and the swing of the pendulum a daisy feeling began to swirl in her brain turning her eyes into spirals themselves.

“7:00…” The voice said, Before Matts could even snap out of her trans the darkness had already begun to consume her body. 

Feeling drowsy and as though her soul was being separated from her body, she just laid there helplessly letting the dark take over and consume…