I am a 20 year old, female university student from Australia. This experience happened last year in winter of 2017. I had moved several hours away from my hometown for uni and I was looking to earn some money while I was studying.
During high school I had been a school tutor. I really enjoyed tutoring and I thought this would be good to continue so I went about finding students to tutor. It wasn't long before a mother contacted me asking about getting tutoring for her son. I'm not exactly sure of his age as she only told me his year level and I can't remember if I ever asked how old he was but he would've been around 9 or 10. We agreed to do the tutoring at their house and we arranged a time to meet for that week.
On the arranged day, I drove to their house for our first session. It was the usual first meeting. The mother was lovely and her son was very co-operative if a little quiet. When you're a tutor, all you want is a student who will try hard and listen to your instructions and this student was perfectly well behaved.
Their house was a small cottage-like house but it was very neat. We worked at the kitchen table in the dining room which formed an L-shape with the living room. The entranceway was in the corner formed by the two rooms. Off the dining room/entrance corner was the student's room. The door was shut but I could tell by the decorative name placard on the door that it was his. If his door was open he would've been able to see straight into the living room.
The first few weeks of tutoring went along fine. I was really happy to work with this student and his mother. But a few weeks in I started noticing that the student was not himself. He seemed really tired and wasn't as responsive to my instructions. Not in a disobedient way, just like he couldn't concentrate properly. I brushed it off at first because it was winter and cold and towards the end of term 2 (which is typically a long term in Australian schooling). This is when students started to get sick and run down so it wasn't that unusual for my students to seem a little tired at this time of year.
We had a two week break over the school holidays and I hoped that after this he would be well rested and ready to start again. During our first session after the holidays, however, he seemed even more tired. I could barely get him to do follow any instructions and he was taking much longer to complete work than expected.
I stopped the session momentarily and asked him if everything was okay? Was he feeling okay or was he having any problems with the work at school? I didn't want to pry too much without his mother in the room but I knew I wasn't getting anywhere just plowing ahead when he clearly wasn't keeping up.
Up until this stage this is the most boring story you'll have ever heard being told. That was until the student replied "I can't sleep." Before I could say anything he continued. "In the dark, a lady in a white dress crawls out of the clock. I can see her from my room and I'm scared to sleep because I know if I close my eyes she will get me." He points to the grandfather clock in the living room, which is on the right angle to be seen from the student's bedroom.
Now I'm thinking 'okay, that's creepy'. Crawls? Not walks - crawls out from the clock? I ask him, calmly as I can, "have you been watching any scary movies or reading any scary stories lately?" I'm thinking that this kid has seen or read something creepy and then had a nightmare about it or simply has an active imagination. He just shook his head.
At the end of the session, I mentioned it to his mother as I was concerned by how distressed he seemed. Her response shocked me though.
"Yes, I've heard strange noises coming from the living room. We've only recently gotten that clock and it's very old. Someone inherited it and then when they died their children sold it and I bought it. That's as much as I know. I monitor everything he watches and he does not watch or look up anything remotely scary like that. I don't know where this fear has come from or what to do about it but it honestly scares me a little too."
At this point I don't know what to think. I put it to the back of my mind until the next time I see them. Nothing more is said about the woman and the student seems to have finally gotten a little more sleep so as far as I'm concerned all is good.
About 5 weeks later I'm at their house again. The weather is absolutely disgusting. Gale-force winds and lots of heavy rain with lightening. It's a little early in the year for a storm here but this is a pretty bad one. About 40 minutes into the session the go the power goes out. The only light source is the flashes of lightening that can be seen through the living room window.
The mother comes out to check on us but at this point there isn't much to do. We wait a couple of minutes but the power doesn't come back. The mother suggests that we call it a night and that she'll just pay me the full amount seeing as we were almost finished anyway.
As I'm packing up to leave there is a giant flash of lightening and I hear the mother gasp. I look up and I swear I saw the hem of a white lace dress drag across the floor in front of the grandfather clock and into the shadows. I wasted no time getting out to my car.
This isn't the only scary thing I've experienced but it's probably the first paranormal thing I've ever witnessed. It really chilled me to the bone. I had never really believe in ghosts before this but now I'm not so sure...
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