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My Grandmother owns a big old Grandfather clock and loved that damn thing. It was never thrown out or moved. It stayed in one spot and my Mom said it had been in the same spot ever since she was little.
"Grandma," I say, "how long did you have that clock?" She looks at a calendar and thought for a moment.
"Since my parents passed away, that was 23 years ago." She said. My Grandmother is around her 60's. For a 60-year-old, she looks young. The best way I can say is that she looks 40 something.
I would ask her what a child would ask their grandparents. How long they had something, why did they have it, and whatnot. She told me that the Grandfather Clock was passed down from our ancestors and she will pass it to my Mom once she passes away.
"When your mom passes away, I want you to protect this clock and pass it down to your own kids when you have your time." She said with a sweet smile. I give her a nod.
No one hated that clock, everyone loved it because it is so beautiful and old but there is one weird thing about it. It never went to the wrong time, no matter what you did to it.
One day, I was at my Grandmother's house because my Mother had a busy day at work and had no babysitter. I am only 8 years old and she doesn't want me to be home alone. I didn't want to be alone either, so she took me to Grandma's house.
My Grandmother's house has two levels, the ground level, which is the average level for a house, and the basement level, which is under the ground level. The Grandfather Clocks is in the basement level. Two stairs lead down to the basement floor.
It's Friday, during the summer, me and Grandma has plans. We will be planting her seeds and watch movies when we're finished with gardening.
During the day, me and my Grandmother was watching cheesy horror movies. Like Scream, The Shining, and my favorite, Christine. I loved that movie; I grew up watching it and never got sick of it.
Me and her are now planting seeds in her garden, it is always my favorite activity with her. "Uhm, Gramma." I say. She continues planting her seeds. "I am just wondering, did anything bad happen to that clock? Did anyone try to steal it?"
"I don't know, I never saw nor heard anything bad happening to it. Although, this may not relate to your question," she says, "but when the clock chimes at midnight. I'd hear footsteps and strange breathing around the house."
Hearing that made my heart jump. I ask her, "after all this time. You've never called anyone to see if it was a raccoon or something?"
"No need to, it's not like this thing is harming me. Plus, there is no sign of it doing any damage or stealing anything." She says. This is getting very strange. I wonder if my Mom knows anything about this. Did she experience something with this thing, I wonder?
"You should anyway, you don't even know if it's dangerous." I tell her.
"Oh Maxy, you worry a lot, don't you?" She says, I can tell she is just joking around with me. "Jokes aside, I will call right now if it will make you feel better."
I give her a nod and she calls an animal control center on her phone. They came, there was 3 guys. They check for any evidence of an animal breaking in and leaving any marks, but they found absolutely NOTHING. No piece of fur, no footprints, or anything.
"Sorry ma'am, there is nothing," said one of the guys. He tips his hat and gives her a card. "Call us if you hear an animal, we will be sure to check right away."
