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German Clocks, Parrot Voices

I don't have very much detail because all of this happened so long ago, but I'll state only facts, not speculation. Me, my two brothers, and my mom were in Germany with my dad while he was stationed there from 68-71 with the US Army (I was born in 1969, the youngest of the family). Before returning stateside my parents purchased a grandfather clock and several old wall clocks with pendulums (the kind you have to wind up with a special key every day). I do not remember my first and only incident with the grandfather clock, but my mom tells me that when our family returned stateside and the movers were there and our household goods were being unpacked, that I became scared. I was around a year and a half old at the time but I could speak well enough to convey my meaning to my mom, something on the order of me having seen an elderly man step out of the grandfather clock and then vanish before my eyes. I do not remember this myself but my mom remembers me telling this to her (after all, I was basically still a baby).

My second problem with clocks concerns one wall clock in particular when I was about 4 or 5, it was the one that was made of black wood and which was tall and had a small, carved wooden head of a woman on the top. The clock hung on a wall in the dining room. I got up to get a drink of water from a plastic bottle I kept in the refrigerator, then just as I passed the clock started to go wild, ringing like crazy and I counted more than the maximum possible 12 'dongs'. While all this chiming was going on the face of the little wooden head came to "life" and I heard an evil woman's voice utter words to the effect of "I'm looking for something to spit on". Needless to say, I freaked and ran to my parents room and tried to explain. My dad had no sympathy at all and went back to sleep while my mom and I walked to the dining room to investigate (mom had also heard all of that crazy ringing herself since she's a light sleeper, unlike my dad). The clock appeared normal and my mom was not convinced, however, I took one last gander at the clock while following my mom back to bed and the little carved head's face moved again, albeit only a small bit. I for the most part kept my mouth shut about the incident ever since, due to the fact that my dad had little sympathy for things that he himself could not explain, and when sufficiently irritated he would sometimes assert his personal beliefs with the good ol' belt applied to me so as to remind me every time I'd sit down. Mom, on the other hand., was more open to the paranormal and I think she believed I was telling the truth. After all, what do I have to gain from telling a lie such as this? And how could a 5-year old maufacture up such a story? Heck, I couln't read at that age even if I did have access to scary books, and I wasn't allowed to watch stuff like that on television, so where could I possibly get the idea from?

The next clock was a mohogany colored clock, just a plain wooden one with no carvings, ect. It too, used to go crazy at weird times during the night but that's all it did -just ring and ring, nothing else unusual. When I was about 10 we had gotten rid of all those old German clocks when we remodeled the house.

Onto a different topic, I used to have a tough time with math. This happened when I was 9, as a fourth-grader. I was up until past 11, in the living room, busting my brains studying how to do long multiplication but I just wasn't getting it. Mom finally sent me to bed. I'd been in bed no more than 5 minutes when I heard this eery voice, somewhat resembling what you'd expect to hear come from a parrot, keep saying "Multiplication. Multiplication. Multiplication" over and over and over. I was frightened, but also a little bit angry because I felt as if I were being mocked. I dared not tell my parents about it that night because I was already under enough stress from homework and I didn't need a lecture or a "chewing out" because I heard something they didn't. Instead, the next morning before school I asked my mom if she'd heard that weird voice the night before, and she said she didn't. My parent's room is right next to mine, and I heard that strange voice loud and clear and it seemed to be coming from the living room.

One last thing I wanted to mention is when I was 4, my next older brother, myself, and my mom were sitting at a table making things with play-dough when suddenly a hard, rapping sound came from the walls. It sounded just as though someone were inside of there pounding away with their fists with all their might. My mom was pretty badly shaken and so was I and my brother. My oldest brother and my dad were not home at the time. I remember mom and dad getting into an argument so bad that my mom cried for a long time and got a bad migraine headache, just because my dad wouldn't believe her when she tried to explain what happened with the rapping on the walls. Strange thing is that no kind of weird events have ever happened when my dad was around to witness it for himself, so naturally he always denied everything. Also notable is that after we got rid of all the stuff we bought in Germany, no more weird happenings ever took place again.

Webmaster, thanks for putting up this site. It's great to be able to relate my experiences to other sane people who've had unexplained phenomena happen to them as well. It's a good feeling to be able to share things with open minded individuals who don't automatically label me a nutcase just because I was unfortunate enough to have some unexplained things happen to me.

-Unsigned.