Hello and welcome back to Monday Mail Time with me, producer Dom, on the Paranormal Activity podcast, where we dive into your experiences and your stories.

So without further ado, let's dive into the mailbag for our first story of today's episode.

And this comes from Tom.

Hi, I'm Tom, and this happened about 10 years ago when I was apprenticing as a carpenter in Yorkshire.

The company I worked for had been hired to restore the interior woodwork on an old Victorian

clockmaker's shop on the edge of town.

The place hadn't been opened in decades, everything was covered in dust and the smell

of old metal varnish filled the air.

The place hadn't been opened in decades, everything was covered in dust and the smell of old metal and varnish filled the air.

My job was to refit the display cases whilst my boss worked on repairing the oak counters.

The strange thing was, even though there wasn't a single working clock left in the place, all the mechanisms were rusted solid, you could still hear faint ticking.

Not loud or rhythmic, just random clicks and ticks echoing in the stillness. All the mechanisms were rusted solid, you could still hear faint ticking.

Not loud or rhythmic, just random clicks and ticks echoing in the stillness.

The first day, I brushed it off as pipes or wood shifting, but on the second day things

got weird.

Around mid-afternoon I heard what sounded like a key turning one of display cabinets.

The glass rattled lightly and a few small brass gears on the counter

started to tremble. No draft, no vibration, just movement. Then I noticed something that

made my stomach drop. The large wall clock behind the counter had shifted time. It had been stuck

at 1217 since we arrived. We even joked about it, but now the hands point to 315, the exact time it was.

I checked if the batteries are wiring, nothing. The mechanism was dead. That evening, when I

mentioned it to the owner, an older man who'd inherited the property, he smiled and said,

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