28 June 2024 | Audible Activity, Haunted items, Haunted locations, Your Stories, Your True Encounters
After my first unusual encounter at my wife’s clinic in The Foundry, I thought I’d seen the last of the inexplicable. But the old building had other plans.
Months later, on a day when my wife needed to tend to our kids, I found myself manning the clinic alone. The staff were busy with clients in the front rooms, leaving me to hold down the fort at the reception desk.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by the distinct sound of one of our machines starting up at the back of the store. It was a machine we used for client treatments, and it wasn’t scheduled to be in use.
I made my way to the back of the shop, expecting to find a forgetful staff member or maybe a curious client. Instead, I found the room empty, and just as I approached the machine, it shut off on its own. I gave it a once-over, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, and chalked it up to an electrical hiccup.
But as soon as I returned to the front desk, the machine roared to life again. Sighing, I trudged back, this time with a bit more urgency, half-expecting to catch someone in the act of a practical joke. Yet again, as I neared the room, the machine fell silent.
Now somewhat irritated, I entered the room to give the machine a proper inspection. That’s when I noticed something odd – the machine was switched off at the power point. I stood there, puzzled, trying to make sense of how an unplugged machine could turn itself on and off.
As if to answer my unspoken question, the machine suddenly hummed to life once more, despite being disconnected from any power source. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up as I watched it running, seemingly on its own accord.
This bizarre dance continued for months. The machine would turn on and off, always when no one was in the room, always unpredictable. At first, it was unnerving, but gradually, we all got used to it. The staff even started referring to it as our “friendly ghost,” a peculiar quirk of the building that became part of our daily routine.
We never did find a logical explanation for the machine’s behaviour. Electricians checked it, we replaced parts, but nothing seemed to stop its impromptu performances. It was as if the old building itself was playing with us, reminding us of its presence in the most unexpected ways.
Submitted by Conarelli
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