Mine is not terribly exciting but it seems only polite to make a contribution 
I live a few doors down from the house where I was born, very close to the village church. I grew up listening to the sound of the bells. When I moved back I was pleased to hear their familiar chimes again, until I discovered that the church had long been derelict and the clock stopped years ago.
Still, I continued to hear the bells nearly every night, until the church was finally demolished last year.
there is probably a completely rational explanation for what I was actually hearing but tonight I am living in the land of woo and whimsy
Anymore for anymore?