"The Clock's Dark Secret"

I found the old clock in a dusty corner of the antique shop, its hands frozen at 3:17. The shopkeeper warned me it had a strange past, but I have already made up my mind. I bought it, feeling an odd pull. 

The moment I set it on my mantel, the temperature dropped. The clock ticked once, then fell silent. But something was off—the air felt thick, almost alive. 

Later that night, I woke to whispers in the dark. The clock’s hands were moving backward, the second hand spinning wildly. As I watched, a shadow in the corner of the room twitched, slowly standing up. 

I turned to run, but the figure smiled—its face not my own. I turned back, and I saw .....................................