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I don’t have a clock. But I can hear it.

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YicketyYackMamasBack · 02/02/2020 04:52

I’m led awake.. subconsciously listening to the clock tick.. the clock that doesn’t exist because I don’t own a clock in my house. I use my phone to tell the time.

I don’t have a watch either.. well I have a Fitbit but it’s dead because I don’t actually exercise.

It’s the same sound I used to listen to at my grandmas house whenever I slept there as a child. Exactly the same noise. If I close my eyes I feel like I’m back in my grandmas spare bedroom trying to go to sleep in the big feather pillowed spare bed.

I can’t figure out where it is coming from. It’s driving me nuts.

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DontTellMeCalmDown · 02/02/2020 06:03

He was probably having a nice formed stool. Oh God, I got hours of entertainment out of that one. You'd have to be Irish though and a little 'unfortunate' to believe it, but he did. Legend has it that the banshee only wails if your name begins with O' so like O'Brien or O'Hare. His surname was one of those and I had told him about the legend and the fucking gobshite fully believed the whistling kettle was the banshee.

DontTellMeCalmDown · 02/02/2020 06:07

Depend's if there's an O'Somethingorother in your background.

This is no word of a lie, though I fully believe it's a figment of their imaginations, but on my mother's side, we're O'Something. Apparently when her grandmother was dying the two daughters heard the banshee. The woman died an hour later. It's such nonsense, but none of them would tell the story at all. I'm not sure whether that's because they REALLY believed or whether they didn't believe one bit (I suspect the former actually).

DontTellMeCalmDown · 02/02/2020 06:13

When my grandparents were children, people visited other peoples' houses every evening. They'd say the Rosary (a prayer), then spend the evening scaring the living shite out of each other with ghost stories and playing music! Rambling I think it's called. Not like now where you'd never have visitors, you were always inundated with ramblers in the olden days in Ireland!

DontTellMeCalmDown · 02/02/2020 06:17

OP there's a really freaky poem we studied for Leaving Cert. It involves a clock ticking. It heralds death too if I recall correctly.

You're lucky it's just the rain. Or is it............. dum dum DUM!

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