Juvenile Delinquent
Tick-de-tock, tick-de-tock, whispered the antique clock on the first floor of the house. There was no sound save for the ticking—and for the pounding of Ronnie's heart.
Tick-de-tock, tick-de-tock, whispered the antique clock on the first floor of the house. There was no sound save for the ticking—and for the pounding of Ronnie's heart.