I could hear the ticking of the grandfather clock, followed by the loud bells ringing through the house, as it struck midnight, only to see as I walked towards it that the pendulum stood motionless, as the clock had broken weeks before. As I stood there, perplexed, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and saw a shadow on the wall, despite the only other person that had been in that house for years, my grandmother, having died the same night the clock did.
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