Time always marches on. It cannot be stopped, but it can always be wasted. For some, it is a tragedy, and for one man, it is a fate as cruel as Death itself. Short story. Gothic-Horror.
11:30pmThere had never been such a time like this time, not for me. At the time I could not sleep, step by step the old wood moaned of pressure on the floor. The stairs they creaked and sank with ev