I once lived in a house where there was a big, old station clock on the wall in the kitchen. The house was rather eerie, but I will talk about the house ghost in another story.
There was always a strange feeling in the kitchen; it seemed to emanate from the clock. Underneath the clock was a kitchen surface and the kitchen was about 4 metres in length from the clock to the opposite wall. The clock had been there for years and was fastened onto the wall.
One night at around 4am, my mum and I heard a big crash in the kitchen. My mum didn't investigate right away because all went silent afterwards.
In the morning I came downstairs for breakfast and my mum was sweeping shattered glass from the kitchen carpet. The clock was lying facedown in the middle of the floor. I didn't truly understand what happened until I was about 14 years old.
Had the clock simply fallen from the wall, it would have landed on the kitchen surface, or fallen onto the floor near the surface. However, the position of the clock would suggest it had been thrown. It had travelled 2 metres from its previous position into the centre of the kitchen. The very loud crash it made also made it apparent it had been thrown with some force.
What was notable about this experience was that, after the clock face had been smashed from the force, the eerie feeling in the room vanished after five years of fearing something that could not be seen. I thought that there could have been a demon trapped in the clock.
Strangely, my mum also didn't like that clock because it was strangely sinister- like something was watching us.
That was one of the first paranormal events to affect me and they got stranger as I became older. I will collect the notes I had taken of these events and write about them soon.