The clocks ticked through out the house. Four chairs were sat out and three were empty. One was filled by an old crone, who seemed to be dying of something as the mark of death sat upon her shoulder. Nothing could be heard yet. Nothing but the ticking.

Tik

Tik

Tik

Silence followed each step the crone took towards the door. Outside stood her three guests who filled the empty seats. One sat down softly and seemed as frail as the crone, but with more youth to their face. Two was dressed in fine silks and looked as if she had just left a ball. Three just smiled slyly and sat.

The ticking continued

Death smiled and waited. Famines eyes twinkled with mischief. Wars seductive nature subdued itself in her sisters gaze. Conquest crossed her legs.

The the screams began