00:00When Hamza inherited his grandfather's house, he found an old grandfather clock in the hallway.
00:07Its face was cracked, its hands frozen at exactly twelve.
00:11No matter how many times he wound it, the clock refused to move.
00:16That night, as the wind howled outside, Hamza woke to the sound of faint ticking.
00:23He sat up, heart racing, the clock was running again.
00:26He walked to the hallway, flashlight in hand.
00:30The clock's hands trembled, slowly shifting toward twelve-one.
00:35The moment they aligned, the chime rang loud, metallic, and wrong.
00:39The air grew icy.
00:42From behind him came a low whisper, almost familiar.
00:45You shouldn't have fixed it.
00:47He turned sharply.
00:49No one was there, but in the glass of the clock's face, he saw a reflection not his own,
00:54but an older man's, standing right behind him.
00:57Terrified, Hamza stumbled back.
01:00The reflection smiled.
01:02Then the pendulum stopped mid-swing, and everything fell silent again.
01:06The next morning, the clock was still.
01:10Hands frozen once more at twelve.
01:12But now, beneath the glass,
01:15a faint outline of a handprint pressed against the inside of the clock's face.
01:19Later that night, the ticking returned, and when the clock chimed,
01:23a new reflection appeared inside.
01:26This time, it was Hamza's, and by morning,
01:30the clock had stopped again exactly at midnight.
01:32Do you wonder if the clock started there?
01:38When it was a prophet?
01:38When it stopped doing it, the clock was stopped.
01:40But I was going to
01:44freight shoppers from last night.
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