This is yet another story relating to my first one. This happened when I was about 16. There is a clock in the kitchen above the sink, and is dead center on the back wall of the kitchen. The clock has a glass door covering the face that has a latch to keep it closed. Every member of my family had experiences where the door to the face of the clock would open on its own.
My younger sister (who was never bothered by this spirit) was actually doing the dishes one evening and witnessed the door opening right before her eyes. This being her first real experience freaked her out so bad that she could not finish the dishes and refused to go back into the kitchen for the rest of the night. This had been happening for quite some time, yet I was the only one who never saw this happen.
Finally one evening I was sitting in the dinning area to the right of the kitchen, ironically coloring a picture of the lady and death in this medieval coloring book I had. I remember glancing up at the clock and thinking, with all the other things that had been happening to me, why hadn't I seen the door open? I finished my coloring, and got up to go to my bedroom. As soon as I set foot into the kitchen I just happened to look up at the clock. Right as it was torn off the wall before my eyes. It came down forcefully with a loud crash, falling flat on its bottom and into the dish rack, flinging forks and knives across the kitchen which landed at my feet. As this happened I swear I heard a faint growl, and felt a huge burst of angry energy forced in my direction. I was so scared I wanted to run out of the house and halfway up the block. Instead I ran into the couch in the living room and fell on my older sister's lap.
She asked me "what the hell did you do!?" and I tried to explain to her that I didn't do anything. She tried to tell me that I needed to go clean up my mess, but I was too afraid to go back into the kitchen and kept repeating that I didn't do it! A couple of hours later when my dad got home, I explained what had happened. He went into the kitchen and retrieved the clock that was still sitting on the back of the sink. As he examined it, we noticed that the nails that held the clock in place on the wall were still in tact, but they were bent downward. There were also grooves in the wood on the back of the clock from the nails. He commented how it really did look like someone just came up and ripped it off the wall. The clock was very secure on the wall and it would have taken an earthquake to make it fall in the first place.
My dad permanently glued the door shut so it could not be opened, and replaced the nails on the wall. We made sure that It was VERY secure this time. He claimed later on that he was up late one evening and he could hear the door jiggling, like someone was trying to open it again.
I have not witnessed any other encounters with the clock in the kitchen though it still gives me an eerie feeling when I go in there. Other clocks in the house, such as the alarm clocks would sound off on their own. In the middle of the day, or sometimes even in the evening while the whole family was eating at the dinner table. Time seems important to this being and I am trying to figure out what it all means.
Until next time...