One of my exchange students gave me a small china windchime. I hung it in my bedroom. There is NO reason for this thing to ever chime. It is in a corner of the room and there is no wind from any place in there. Every now and then it rings. Sometimes it rings twice but never three times. I've heard that spirits ring bells. So, I asked my son who loves Oujia Borards if he'd ask who is ringing it. The board spelled out "BILL". Bill was my grandfather that adopted me. I love thinking this could be true. I was Daddy's girl but for me "Daddy" was my grandfather. How wonder full to think that he says "hello" to me now and then. How it changed my life:It hasn't changed my life in anyway, but it brings me comfort. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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