I was woken up by the clock at my mother’s friend’s house. In the morning she told me something that scared me. I will never sleep there again

I was woken up by the clock at my mother’s friend’s house. In the morning she told me something that scared me. I will never sleep there again – Lifee.cz

I spent the night with my daughter at my mother’s place. She lived with her friend, the 65-year-old widower Josef, in his large and rather old house.

The bedroom remained a mausoleum of his love

His dead wife had been very ill in recent years and suffered from dementia. Josef loved her madly until the last moment. Even though he said that he also loved my mother, whom he only met later, it was clear that he definitely didn’t love her that much.

Due to the size of the home, Josef decided that he and his new partner would use the bedroom on the second floor, which was previously used for guests. So they prepared a bedroom for us that night, which was now a bit of a mausoleum for his late wife. Everything remained as it was years ago when she fell asleep in it. The whole thing seemed like she just went on vacation and was supposed to come back…

The old clock woke me up at night

I definitely didn’t feel good about us sleeping there. There was nothing I didn’t like about that room, from the heavy curtains, the porcelain dolls that looked down on the bed from almost every shelf, to the fact that his dead wife had once slept there. However, my daughter was more practical in this regard and didn’t seem to mind, so I didn’t want to reveal anything so as not to annoy her unnecessarily.

Something woke me up in the middle of the night. It was a mad ticking of the clock. It’s like they want to punch a hole in my head. The sound came from the living room, which was right next to the bedroom. I wanted to close my eyes again and try to fall asleep, but I couldn’t while my daughter was happily crunching next to me.

I took the clock away and covered it with pillows

After a while I gave up and went to do something with the clock. I took them off the wall and carried them to the far kitchen. I lay down again and for a while I felt that it was better, but then I started to strongly perceive the sound of the clock again.

I went to the kitchen again and on the way I took a blanket and a couple of pillows from the living room to put them in the couch with this arsenal. After this procedure, I finally managed to fall asleep.

There were no flashlights in the clock

When we got together for breakfast in the morning, mom couldn’t understand what their clocks were doing under the pile of cushions on the sofa in the kitchen. When I explained to her that I couldn’t sleep because of the ticking, she didn’t understand at first, and then she started laughing.

“Are you kidding me? I like them, but their sound always bothered me, so I took the flashlights out of them a while ago” she said, saying that they watch the time on TV, so they don’t mind that it’s just for decoration.

I did not return her laugh. I know what I heard last night. I believe that was the dead woman’s way of letting us know that we were not welcome. I will never sleep there again…

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