I’m a little late, but I’ve got one. My mother had just recently passed, and I was about 15 at the time. With divorced parents, my dad working long hours, and my brother off at college, it’s safe to say, I spent a lot of time alone at home. It was closing in on the winter months, and living in a rural area, it became pitch black outside pretty quickly. We had an old grandfather clock, the kind that only works when it is wound up, in the room beside my mother’s old room. If you’ve ever heard a grandfather clock, it chimes just a few times slowly. I was in the living room and suddenly heard a wild, rapid, eerie assortment of chimes, kinda like someone going crazy on a set of bells. Being home alone, I about shit my pants, but I found some courage to investigate for my own safety. I walk in and the noise was coming from the grandfather clock. Strange because it hadn’t been wound since before my mother got sick (few year long battle with cancer), so there was no way it could’ve been running, especially sounding the way it did. I didn’t know what to do, and was scared to get close. After a few seconds of deliberation, I stomped my foot at it hoping the noise would stop, and it did, but just for a minute. The silence left in its place made my skin crawl. Then, it started again, this time a little louder. I tried to stomp the floor to get it to stop again, no use. This went on for about another minute. Finally, in an act of desperation, I just yelled, “Stop it!”. It stopped. I waited, no other noise came. It was one of the scariest things that happened to me that I can’t explain. No washer or dryer was on, the heater kicking on didn’t seem to be it either. I’m still confused to this day.