The Ghost That Hated Clocks
I lived in a house for about five years that was haunted. I would come home to the windows on the second floor being open when it was raining, to food containers being open in the fridge that I hadn’t touched yet.
The worst was that the “ghost” hated clocks. She absolutely hated them. I had an antique cuckoo clock that had worked for 50 years that would just stop. Brand new wall clocks ate through batteries like candy. My watch ended up on the floor one morning, the crystal shattered, even though I knew I slept with it on.
The one that aggravated me the most was that I got a brand new kitty clock for Christmas. That nasty presence threw it off the wall. I was cooking, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the cat clock FLY.
I turned around, and it was across the kitchen, broken. Story credit: Reddit / WeeklyPie