Premiere: Connie’s Crew – Bang Goes The Clock

The clock in the hallway had always been peculiar. It was tall and wooden, its face a dull brass, with hands that twitched ever so slightly before they moved. It had belonged to an old friend, who claimed it “kept more than time.”

Every night, at exactly midnight, the clock would let out a soft click—the sound of its mechanism resetting for the next day. But one Friday, as the storm outside rattled the windows, the clock didn’t click. It banged

The minute hand shuddered… and jerked backward.

The bang came again, louder, like a gunshot wrapped in thunder.

Then the power surged back. Lights flickered on.