I was about 10 or 11 when this happened but I still remember it clearly as if it was yesterday... While our house was being renovated, we (my mom, my sister and I) were staying at our Mom's Parents house. My Great Grandma had died a few years earlier in that same room we were sleeping in. In the hallway we had one of those christmas bells hanging from one of the door handles. The night was absolutely windstill and all the doors were shut. It was 2:30 a.m. when that little bell suddenly started to ring very loudly. Normally my mom and my sister should have awoken by that noise. But no way. They said they didn't here a thing during that night.
When I told my mom what I had experienced during the night, she looked at me as if I were totally nuts. My sister also didn't believe me as she doesn't believe in ghosts or any supernatural happenings. Later I found out that my great Grandma had died at 2:30 a.m. Exactly 4 years earlier. Somehow I know it was her saying her last goodbye to me...
I have to say that we had been living in the U.S. And just returned after my parents had divorced. I wasn't there when my Great Grandma died but I had been close with her even though I was still so little.
What do you think?