Covered in a shroud of darkness lay a house on the top of the Summerset Hill. The house has been abandoned for over a decade after the family mysteriously disappeared. There are rumors, of course, about what happened to that family of four. Rumors that the parents killed their children and ran away after abusing them for so long, rumors that the husband left his wife and took the children with him, rumors that one night after a terrible beating that left the boy and girl, both 9 years old, killed their parents in their sleep before being taken in to the foster care system. No-one in the town knows what story is true, all they know is that the week before they were declared missing...everyone heard terrible screams coming from inside the house, screams that sounded as if they were from a horror movie.

There is one other thing that the people of the town know...they know not to go into the house, because once you do you never come out. An hour after dark on the nights that someone is stupid enough to go through that front door, two eery voices are heard coming from the house, quiet singing spread through the town by the wind. The voices of two children, singing to their prey.

Tick-tock Tick-tock,

Time is running out,

Why don't you, why don't you,

Come on crawling out.

Tick-tock Tick-tock,

There's not much left,

Why don't you, why don't you,

Come out from under there.

The voices sing in perfects harmony just as midnight comes about.

Tick-tock Tick-tock,

The bell is chiming twelve,

Why don't you, why don't you,

Come out from where you dwell.

Tick-tock Tick-tock,

You know it's coming soon,

So why don't you, why don't you,

Come out and sing our tune.