This experience didn't happen very long ago. It wasn't a week ago, it wasn't a few days ago, it was a few minutes ago. Though, probably by the time I'm done typing this, it'd probably be about an hour.
Time is fascinating, yes, but my experience has nothing to do with time. It was a totally unprecedented occurrence, though not totally inconceivable. I live in a haunted town. Paranormal stuff happens all the time. However, this was the first time in my 17 years of life that I experienced something like this.
I was in the kitchen, fixing a baked potato for dinner with few plans in mind. I didn't feel too well though and decided to go to my room and lay down, maybe take some aspirin later. I entered my room, sat down on the bed, and relaxed. Then, I heard it.
It was a faint sound; I had to strain my ears to hear it. Nevertheless, it was still audible. It was the sound of bells, many little bells ringing merrily beside my bed. They followed no melody or sequence, but it was still lovely to hear. If the sound they produced was a color, I'd say it was a bright gold, sparkling with majestic sheen. As soon as it appeared, it dissipated into the pressing silence. I am a clairvoyant medium, but no spirits were in my room at the time. I've never been the religious sort, so I'm hesitant to say it was spiritual. I think it was a psychic experience, but I can't be sure.
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I'm sorry I don't really have an answer about what this is, but one thing I did notice in the months it happened, was that when I focused on the sound it would go away, just fading away, it gave me the feeling the bells where in a "background" of sorts. Not out, but in.