It: The First Legend

My name is Henry. This is my last note to the world. It has forever driven me insane. I will recount the incident… the incidents… as clearly as I can.

It started… when did it start… back when I moved here. If I could, I would leave, but I can’t. All I can do is tell my story before it takes me.

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I stepped into my new house for the first time. “Well!” I said. “I see you did not lie.”

The man beside me laughed—it had been his house originally.

“I do not see why you would want to move—this house is amazing,” I remarked.

Instantly, the man’s face lost its jovial look. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

The whole room seemed to darken, but I thought nothing of it. I moved into the house, and I lived there happily for a couple of months.

Then, one night, my wife sat up. Awakened by her sudden motion, I looked around. She has never woken up like this before. I checked the alarm clock. Midnight exactly.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her.

“Don’t you hear it?” This was not my wife’s usual, up-beat voice. She sounded ominous.

“Hear what?”

“THAT.”

I paused for a moment. No noise could be heard. Then, a sound pierced the silence.

CLICK click click. CLICK click click. CLICK click click.

Clicking, from the room above us. It sounded like someone with long fingernails tapping their fingers on the floor. It had a strangely melodious tune.

CLICK click click.

It was getting louder. It was getting louder and closer.

“Don’t worry, my dear. It’s just the pipes,” I told her.

Comforted, she fell back asleep. But I was not so reassured.

CLICK click click.

It was even louder, and even closer. It wasn’t the pipes. It didn’t sound inanimate. It sounded alive.

The End

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