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A Clockwork Haunting

Anonymous, Vic, Australia
March 2011

During my childhood my grandmother died in the hallway of my parent’s home. The room that she had been staying in eventually became my bedroom as I needed more space as a teenager.

For many years since moving into that room I was constantly disturbed by the floor creaking and the sound of movement in there at night. If I was lying on my back I would often feel gentle fingers touching my face. These disturbances were so frequent that I gave up telling my parents about them and would simply brush the fingers away and tell whatever it was to keep quiet. Although I always felt fear, I still found the courage to yell at it and tell it to go away.

One night I had only just gone to bed. It was about 11pm, much earlier than the usual sounds of movement. I was wide awake, trying to wind down and relax. Suddenly a ticking sound could be heard in the room. I had nothing in there that would make such a sound. I got out of bed in the dark and discovered that the sound was indeed right inside the room but at the opposite end to the bed. I switched the light on and the sound stopped.

Some weeks later, at approximately the same time of night I was wide awake in bed and the ticking sound started again. It was louder this time and definitely in the room with me. I was both scared and curious at the same time. I didn’t want it to stop so I tried slowly approaching it in the dark. It was down low near the floor in the back corner of the room and as I got closer I realized that the sound it was making was much more complex than just a ticking sound. I could hear all sorts of moving parts like wheels, gears and springs as if it was some kind of crazy wind-up toy. I don’t know how I found the courage to get down on all fours and keep moving closer to the sound. I reached a point at which it seemed to be right in front of me and I stretched out my hand into the corner expecting to feel something but there was nothing to feel. I was terrified because it made no sense, but also very frustrated that I couldn’t work out what it was.

In a bold move I leaned forward and I now seemed to have my head inside the invisible object. Mechanical gears and springs were moving around my ears and the sounds had become so loud that I panicked and jumped to my feet. I thought the sound would stop if I made a sudden move but it was still ticking away. I wanted to catch it off guard and hopefully see something, so I made a quick dash for the light switch. The moment the light came on the sound stopped again and there was nothing in the corner.

I never heard this sound again and moved out of my parent’s house years later. I was so sure that I was awake and not dreaming.

Anonymous, Vic, Australia
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