It's A Basket Case_J.Albert3

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The room fell silent as Sarah's eyes locked onto the old clock on the wall. Its hands stood still, frozen in time like her entire world had come to a halt. She felt a chill run down her spine as she gazed at the clock's dead face, its meaning echoing through every fiber of her being. In that moment, Sarah knew she was running out of time. The sound of footsteps echoed outside the room, growing louder with each passing second. She tried to shake off the feeling of impending doom but it only seemed to intensify as she thought about what could be happening just beyond the door. As the clock continued to mock her with its frozen face, Sarah realized that every tick of its hands was a reminder that time was slipping away from her. The room felt suffocating, and the air was thick with tension. She knew she had to act fast, but her legs seemed rooted to the spot as fear paralyzed her. The clock's silence was deafening, its inaction a cruel taunt in the face of Sarah's growing desperation. Every second ticked by like an eternity, each one draining what little hope remained from her heart. And then, just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, the door creaked open and everything changed forever.