This Story isn't as scary as other stories but it can not be explained.

 

I was living with my mothers best friend Judy at the time when this strange event took place.

I was in grade 5 at primary school so I would have been about 10 years of age. At the tender age of 10, your mind is still full of wonder so the effect that this event had on me, was to last all through my life.

 

Judy and I had just finished doing the dishes after dinner that night and we were sitting around the dinning room table talking about different things (what we talked about, I can not remember) On the buffet/sideboard behind us sat Judy's Mother's antique clock. It was the only item that Judy's Mother had left for here in her will. No-one was ever alowed to touch it but as Judy was in high spirits that evening (she was having a beer) I decided to ask her about the clock.

Judy stood up and picked up the clock to bring it back to the table so I could have a better look at it. It was a beautiful clock and looked very old to me. She then explained to me that Judy was a young girl when her mother passed away and that her mother always loved the clock. The same day that she passed away, the clock stopped ticking. The clock had a turning mechanism to wind up the clock for it to work. This no longer worked. No-one ever thought to have it fixed and was packed away till Judy grew older and moved away from home.

The clock went every where Judy did and at one time, she had taken the clock to an antique clock repair shop to have it fixed. But the repair man could not fix it. He stated that all the mechanisms inside the clock were in perfect working order but the clock just would not work.

As Judy was telling me this story, she was touching the clock, tracing her fingertips over the curves of the clock very lovingly. She then showed me how you wind the clock up, which she did. Then if the clock had been working, you would hear the deep ticking sound as the clock kept time. It would then chime on the hour.

She finished her story about the clock and got up from the table to place it back on the buffet/sideboard.

She sat back down at the table with me, deep in thought. I didn't want to say anything so I kept the thoughtful silence.

There was not a noise in the house, no radio, no television. I thought about the love she had for her mother and I thought of my own mother and when I would see her again.

It was at that moment that we heard the deep ticking sound of a clock. We both looked at each other for a split second, then both of us looked at the antique clock on the buffet/sideboard.

The seconds hand on the clock was moving. Yes the clock had started to work. I remember distinctly, the hairs on my arms rising as I saw and heard the clock ticking. I gasped and put my hand to my mouth. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I don't know if I was crying because I was scared or if I was just in shock. Judy and I looked at each other again unable to believe what was happening.

Then the clock stopped ticking, as fast as it had begun. I remember Judy crying out her mothers name with tears welling up in her eyes. She ran over to the clock and listened but there were no sounds, no ticking, no nothing. We were both in complte shock and had no idea what was happening. Was Judy's mother trying to let her know she was with us? Did we some how summon her with our loving words.

We held each other crying for a long while. I was crying because at that moment I believed in life after death. Judy was crying because she knew her mother was with her in that room at that very moment. And would always be with her.

We never mentioned this encounter to anyone else as it is too hard to believe unless you were there.

 

Written by Me (Diana) 2006