The grandfather clock was made out of old oak wood and brass metal. The grandfather clock was clogged with cobwebs and sprinkled with dust. The minute hand of this clock was also strangely gone. “Oh!” The people in the home felt haunted. “What happened?”
The minute hand had a tendency to turn invisible, detach from the clock, and stab random people. The grandfather clock tended to grow legs and run around violently. It would charge at windows in a desperate attempt to escape its miserable fate. But it was too late, for Vecna was already at his stubby feet.
The grandfather clock readied its pointed hands and prepared to attack. Vecna readied in a boxing pose, and the grandfather clock did the same. A smack-down drag-out fight was imminent. Vecna took hold of the minute hand and snapped it in half with a sickening, anticlimactic crunch.
The little minute hand would never see his grandfather again.