And this ticking, soon resounded on the fifth occasion, which pocketed the sixth.
And it sounded again on the seventh ball...
But it was not a complete ticking.
It stopped.
Just as the breathing of those present did.
Everyone looked at this in shock.
'Shit... It was because of how hard I hit it at the start.' His heart raced as he realized he had missed.
Sometimes, in classic 8-ball pool, whether the ball is an inch too far forward or a centimeter too far back can mean the difference between winning and losing.
And because he had hit with greater force, he could not calculate the correct distance between where he left the cue ball and where the last of the seven balls to be pocketed was.
Although he had been in a good position for his next shot...
He had missed.
He frowned and stepped aside. Then he watched Louis grab his cue with a smile that gave him chills.
'...' His mind stopped thinking for a moment when the first sound echoed...
CLANK*
