I just went out to buy a sweet potato for dinner, and the store I elected to go to is about a 3.5 block walk from where I live, in a major US city. It's dark out now (just got back), and as I was walking home with Reginald (the potato, it was a big one so I named it), I crossed an intersection that was the midway point in my return walk.
Out of nowhere, I heard about 30 seconds of VERY clear, in tempo, church bells ringing, coming from down the street on my left side.
I've lived here 4 years now and there are no churches that way.
:scared
When I was a highschool goth my friends were into ghost stuff, I wasn't really into it. They read a story in the local paper about a ghost hunter interacting with a ghost at a small local cemetery, and wanted to go check it out.
We all went over around 11pm. The sky was very clear so it was quite bright, with the moon casting shadows. It was bright enough to read headstones. We went to the tree described in the article and did your standard shitty teens thing, mocking the name described in the article, made some jokes, then just started wandering deeper into the cemetery finding older and older epitaphs.
We got to the furthest corner from the gate, then worked our way back towards the front. We all heard the chain link fence start clinking, like it was being pulled back and banged against the fenceposts. The fence that the noise came from was completely visible for the full length, with a recently cut field on the other side. There was no place to hide if someone were trying to shake the chain link. The clinking came in three hits, with a long pause afterwards.
We all looked at one another and didn't say anything, then the fence clinked three more times. I think this is when we all started hauling ass towards the gate, but it might have taken a third set of three clinks. Each set of clinks sounded like it got closer to the gate, by like fifteen to twenty feet each time. We all ran as fast as we could, I ate shit and I'm pretty sure a few others did as well in the scramble. We got into the two cars we all came in and tore ass back to the house we all started from, nobody went to their own homes that night and we all stayed up. Weirdest spooky shit that I ever experienced.
Wind, probably. Wind makes some seriously spooky noises on the chain link fence at my workplace. Also something around here, I'm not sure what, sounds a lot like a cat yowling when the wind picks up hard enough.
The wind was still that night, for what it's worth. The cemetery was at the end of a road right next to a house, and I kind of think the occupants of the house might have set up some kind of prank thing.
I've also never gone back, and this happened like 20-22 years ago. My memory is probably completely unreliable.