Do You Believe In Ghosts?

       Do you believe in ghosts? Well, I do. You see, I grew up in a house that had a ghost. I know you think I'm crazy, but it is true. In this house lived my mother, my brother, and myself.
       When I was about 10 years old, I noticed that there were things happening in my house that couldn't be explained. Lights would go off then come back on. Not the same light and not in the same room. Sometimes the light in the living room would go off and after a few seconds it would come back on. Then it might be the kitchen light. My mother had the wiring checked. There were no problems found with it.

       Then doors began to open and close themselves. One day it would be my bedroom door, then next day it might be the laundry room door or the door to my mother's bedroom.
       We had a clock with a pendulum that hung on our living room wall. It would chime every half hour. We had this clock for years. One day the chime started going off, but it wasn't on the hour or half hour. After about 30 seconds, the chime stopped. This started happening more and more until we got tired of the chime going off. My mother stopped the pendulum so that the clock would not tick, the hands would not move, and the chime would not go off.
       When I was 15 or 16 years old, I would skip school with a few friends of mine. We would hang out at my house because I knew my mother would be at work. My friends and I were sitting in the living room and all of a sudden my bedroom door shut by itself. Then the light in the living room came on. By this time, my friends were are all looking at each other and wondering what was going on. I said, "It is just the ghost that lives in our house." They began laughing and poking fun at me. That was, until the clock began to chime.
       You see, even though my mother stopped the pendulum from winding the clock two years earlier, the clock would still chime. So, she took the pendulum out of the clock and removed the chime mechanism so it couldn't chime any more. When I told my friends about the clock and that  there was no way it could possibly work, they all got up and left and we never skipped school at my house again. Maybe someone or something was telling us not to skip school or maybe didn't like my friends making fun of me telling them about the ghost. I guess I'll never know.