The first/second child of trouble

After having a field day with my cousin, I returned home that evening to pin-drop silence.

The house had never been that silent before. Not even when I was all alone.

The lobby was empty.

The chairs which had been previously arranged in an orderly manner were now in different positions, deviating from the original arrangement.

The way the chairs were strewn around the lobby was the only indication that people had once sat on it and perhaps moved the chairs around during their drinking and laughing sprees.

An eerie chill washed over me as I stepped through the threshold, my footsteps echoing through the emptiness of the parlor.

The only sound to be heard was the ticking of the wall clock.

Tick tock, tick-tock.

The clock went, seconds going by slowly, giving off no indication of what had happened previously.