This is an experience that happened to me almost 12 years ago now and it's something that still to this day I can make no sense of. It's very personal due to the circumstances at the time which I will explain further.
I was 15 years old at the time and me and my younger sister had to go and stay with my aunt who was house sitting my grandmother's farm house. My grandmother had passed away 5 years prior very suddenly in hospital after a knee operation. We had gone to visit her, and she passed away from a sudden collapse as she was getting ready to see us. It was very raw and shocking and it devastated all of us as she was such a huge part of our family.
So anyway back to the farm house. We ended up staying there for 4 nights. Myself and my younger sister stayed in the top floor which is where my grandmother would have slept. It was a large room right up in the rafters, very beautiful and open plan with a stand alone bath. The building was very old but I always felt very comfortable in it and I never felt strange or scared.
The first night I woke up and it was 3am on the dot as I remember looking over at the digital clock across from me. My sister was fast asleep and I recall looking around wondering what could have woken me at this hour. That's when I first heard it.
It was the very soft to begin with and could only just make it out. It sounded like classical music and then as I came around from being half awake I realised it was the song Greensleeves. I went over to the clock thinking that maybe it was an alarm on there and the radio playing music. No. I looked around for any other radio or alarm and saw nothing. At this point I just thought maybe it's coming from next door or downstairs so I went back to sleep and thought nothing of it.
The next night low and behold I woke up again. My younger sister fast asleep, I looked across and sure enough the alarm clock was bang on 3am. Greensleeves was playing again I just thought that this couldn't be! Where was this coming from? I got up from the bed I tried to look around to see where it was coming from. I came to no conclusion. I remember feeling so confused but I was not scared. The music was very soft, it wasn't muffled, it was clear as day.
The next day I didn't mention anything to my aunt or sister because I thought that maybe I was dreaming and I just put it to the back of my mind. I didn't want them to think I was weird randomly coming out with this stuff!
The next two nights it happened again in the same way at 3am that's when I started to think that something wasn't right. I couldn't explain where it was coming from, I remember feeling extreme sorrow the last night, I wasn't scared I just felt sad.
I told my mum about it a good while after this happened. Now this is the part that sends shivers down my spine. My mum explained that apparently a long time ago, when infants or babies would pass away they would bury their clothes in the walls. Apparently the house was occupied by a long history of farmers and families and there was evidence of a baby who had passed away at the house. I couldn't believe what she was saying.
To this day I believe this experience to be 100% paranormal. I could find no physical explanation since. At one point I thought that it could have been something to do with my grandma's death that she was trying to communicate somehow as we were sleeping in her bed in her room. But as soon as my mum explained the about the baby it all made sense. The music was coming from the walls all around us and who knows how many children passed away in that house. The music of Greensleeves could have been used as a lullaby back in the day.
Every time I hear that song it reminds me of this strange experience in my life and I will never forget this.