Count William [Part-3]
The sound of footsteps going down the stairs kept going it was slow and steady. It sounded like someone had practiced it. Every step echoed off the walls of the room it was like a loud heartbeat because of all the marble and the quiet. Nobody said a word. Nobody even moved. The whole house, which is usually a place where rich people talk and flirt and pretend to be interested, in each other just seemed to wait and see what would happen next and everyone was listening to the sound of those footsteps.
The sound of the golden clock up on the wall started to go along, with the rhythm. This made a weird and spooky sound. The clock and the rhythm together created a harmony that was kind of haunting. The massive golden clock was still ticking away. Now it was like it was part of the music.
Tick… step… tick… step…
Each one a warning. Each one a promise.
