3 Many years ago I was at school at our annual school picnic, and my grandfather was ailing with cancer for about 2 years. He was in 4 different hospitals and was not better. The doctors finally told him that they couldn't do anything, so they just sent him home. He lived in my aunt's house for about a month before my dad came and got me and my sister at the picnic, and told me that my grandfather had just died. A year later, my dad bought a house from my aunt because she still heard the sounds from the room where my grandfather died. Shortly after my dad bought it, the sounds did not come from the room, they began to come from the basement. We began to hear whistling sounds, pounding and clinging, as if someone was looking for something. We have moved now and we have never found out what caused the noise.
