This morning I was out in the suburbs and I decided to drive to a cemetery about a mile from my mom's house (to take some pics).
I drove to the back of the cemetery and parked and started walking toward the nearest headstones - I could hear a windchime or bell ringing on one of the graves so I headed in that direction. I got to the headstone with the chime and looked down - it was the grave of a little girl who was in my nephew's class two years ago, who died in a fire. h
This kind of freaked me out.