The Silver Clock

Genevieve Kingston sat by the fire in her mother's rocking chair, sewing her dress. It was the year 1873 and humble little Genevieve lived in a poor family. And so gently rocked back and forth humming her favorite hymn. "La da di da! La la la lu la da da di da!" CRASH! A sickening thud sounded from the upstairs. "Bless Me!" cried Genevieve! That sound startled her so, since she was home alone, and had no elder siblings to care for her. Cautiosly the little maiden set down her sewing stuff. Her heart was pounding fast, she tried not to venture into the attic often. Then along came a steady TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TICK TICK TACK TACK CK CK CK! That was the sound of a broken clock. Genevieve knew that sound all too well. For her grandfather Kingston always gifted them clocks, and they all seemed to break after a week or so. But it was rumored that before Genevieve's home was built their used to be a clock smith's  work shop there. So sometimes it was quite scary. As she timidly crept up, clutching her frock in one hand and the banister the other. She then her a howling sound. A chill sent her spine tingling. Then the whole house started to shake, shake, shake!!! The door suddenly flung open to reveal a ghostly light… Genevieve slowly tip-toed to the light, her curiosity took over. Then she grabbed the shining object and all went still. TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK! In her pale hands lay a priceless silver clock! And for some reason it wasn't broken any more. As she examined it. Genevieve noticed a small inscription on the back,

Property of Locklin Kingston
A Silver Clock, Made August 13, 1756
Please give to my Great Great Great Granddaughter Genevieve
May my ghost live with her

And that was all that it said! Genevieve stood their out of shock, love, fear, happiness and pain. His ghost would indeed live on with her.