I tried to keep all the information in my story as close to the actual thing as I can remember. Some of the experiences are my mothers but most are my own.

I’ve always believed in ghosts and the paranormal. I’d never really experienced any type of activity until after my uncle passed away.

It all started with a clock that is in our living room. It sits on top of a large entertainment system that holds our television. My parents got it as a wedding present from my Grandmother and Grandfather. It used to chime every hour on the half hour but stopped a long time ago, maybe ten years.

On September 11, 2000 (A year before the terrorist attacks) the clock started chiming abruptly in the morning. (My mother was the one who was there when it chimed) When I came home that afternoon from school I learned that my uncle was in a car accident that morning on the drive to work and he died. The clock chimed a few times again that night and continued to chime occasionally throughout the next few years. The chiming became regular (every hour on the half hour) in June 2005, after my grandmother passed away. I always thought that this was her way of saying goodbye, using her clock. I always thought that until more strange things started to happen. So I began to think she wasn’t the only one coming and going.

During the summer I spend a lot of time on the computer, which is located in my parents room. There is a small lamp that sits on the desk next to the computer table. The lamp cord runs behind the desk and to the outlets under the computer desk. One night, I was sitting at the computer with the lamp turned on. All of the sudden, the light started flickering on and off. It was a calm night, no wind. I was kind of freaked and checked under the table to make sure there that I wasn’t touching the cord. I was the only one home so no one else could have been banging around. I stood up and walked away from the computer and stood in the doorway on the other side of the room. I stayed still for a long time but the light continued to flicker. I had another light on too but that didn’t flicker at all. I left the room and the light continued to flicker until I came back later and shut it off. I didn’t go back into the room for a while.

We live in a relatively new house; we’re the second family to live here. Sometimes, when I’m lying in bed after everyone has gone to sleep, it sounds like someone is walking around downstairs. I think its my grandmother or one of the other visitors I believe we’ve played host too.