Speaking of the paranormal.. Not long after my mom passed away and my siblings left, it was just my dad and me in his RV. I'd opted to stay with him for a bit and help out.
My mom has a music box from the 50's that her dad bought her. It hasn't been in production for a very long time and it was one of her most treasure possessions- even stating she wanted it to be buried with her when she died (she was cremated so the music box is still there).
This is it:
Some of the keys are broken and it hasn't worked at all in well over 20 years. I know this 'cuz the last time I tried to play it, I was like 5 or 6. It would barely do anything and what little it did do was very quiet.
ANYWHO. I was in the bedroom laying on their bed taking a nap. My mom's urn was somewhere in the living room of the RV and the music box was somewhere else. My dad moved the music box to put beside my mom's urn and I'm not kidding, the damn thing played almost all the way through clear as day. I thought my dad had maybe wound it up and thought nothing of it. When I got up, I asked my dad if he'd wound it up. His eyes went wide and he was like "You heard that too!?"
After my dad bought his new RV, he kinda chuckled and joked that my mom definitely must've had something to do with picking out that particular one because he wouldn't be able to move a girlfriend in even if he'd tried (it's much smaller than the old one). Immediately, the door to go outside flew wide open. The RV was still brand spanking new, so the door was a little hard to get open due to the handle sticking and stuff. There's no way it could've opened on its own.
I've never dreamed of my mom since she's passed. Maybe once or twice, but she mostly stays with my dad. I did, however, find one of her lighters in the bottom of one of my laundry hampers. A small Bic with a clear & pink plastic case around it to make it bigger & easier to find. It's one that I forgot even existed/hadn't seen since I freaking -lived- with my parents in 2012/2013 (lol like I pay attention to lighters). The laundry basket I found it in was one that my fiance already had before I moved in with him. I'd used it countless times to do laundry and I'd done countless loads of laundry- before and after her death. I lost it. It sits in the little cubby hole in the dashboard beside the steering column of my fiance's car now for good luck. And yeah, I found it in the apartment we're living in now. So like in the 8 or so months of living in NYC, never did I see the lighter until I found it in the laundry basket.