AN: Just a random drabble. :]
Tick, tock, tick tock.
The grandfather clock quietly ticked in the background; rain was pouring down the windows of Sewithe Manor, making pitter-patter sounds on the roof.
Ray quietly counted the marbles in his hand.
One, two, three, four. Four marbles.
Where was the fifth marble?
He got down on his hands and knees and started to look. He looked under the couch. He looked under the armchair. He was so intent on looking for that missing marble that he did not notice the fire gradually burning out or the draft that was slowly creeping into the room.
"Aha! I found it!"
Ray plucked the marble from behind a book case and looked up; his eyes widened and he let out a scream.
He was looking into the black, hollow eyes of the Bogeyman.
And it was the last thing he ever saw.