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Originally written by David Apps.
One evening, when I had a bedsit years ago, my girlfriend and I were alone as midnight approached. She was lazing on the bed and I was sitting on the floor gazing into the electric fire. The only sound was the ticking of my clock. Exactly at midnight the ticking ceased and the clock stopped. We both commented on the sudden silence.
I checked and my watch had also stopped. My girlfriend then calmly said that there was a man in a Victorian top hat standing at the bottom of the bed looking down at her. I turned to see but saw nothing, and she then said he had gone. With that the clock started up again. And no, we hadn't been drinking!
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