"Tick" .

The sound shatters your thoughts as you wake. The room swirls with the pungent scent of old wood. You feel as if time has come to a halt. You've heard of such a case as this before. You know what is to follow. You have seconds. Quickly you grab the lumberesque antiques from your shelf and run even with the knowledge that the end is inevitable.

"Tick Tock" .

The timber made crafts you carry seem to scream in response. They heed call. The door slams shattering the wall behind it. The chilly wind beckons. Your ears ring with the sounds of gears and cogs working in unison.

"Tick Tock Tick" .

Tremors quake the floorboards beneath you. You know what it is after. You realize what you have done. Fear drills through the your mind making you unable to think clearly.
You are unable to move as if you were petrified. Cold sweat drips from your face.

A silhouette draws near.

"Tick Tock Tick Tock" .

You bear witness to it: The Antique Clock .

It speaks with a dark, fear inducing sound.

"Your time is nigh" .

The hands of the clock reaches towards you. But it is too much to bear. Your head feels heavy and you shut your eyes in hopes that you will not be harmed. "Take them all", you plead while quivering in fear. A burning flash of white envelops everything. The memory of your collection briefly comes into your vision. Opening your eyes, the room is the same as before. All except your prized wooden antique collection.

You weep.