Whispering clock

Lena stopped at the end of the corridor and looked at Bartek. For as long as she could remember, her aunt's old house had always seemed full of strange noises, but this night something was different. She felt a cold shiver down her spine as the clock in the living room began to strike midnight, even though it was only ten o'clock on her watch. - Did you see that? - She whispered, pointing to the hands, which began to spin faster and faster. Bartek nodded. - 'Maybe it's just broken...' - he said, but his voice didn't sound confident. They both knew that nothing was ordinary in this house. As the clock made a quiet creaking sound, the door leading to the attic swung open on its own, and a whisper sounded from behind it: - It's time to come back to me... Lena grabbed Bartek's hand, and the darkness of the attic seemed to draw their gaze in. After a moment, they were already standing under the steep stairs. Something rustling moved just above them, and the clock suddenly stopped ticking. Suddenly, a faint light flashed from the depths of the attic. - Shall we go? - Bartek asked, although his voice trembled slightly. As they set foot on the first step together, they heard the floor creak behind them. They were sure they were alone in the house....