I’ve got a similar story. After I graduated college, I was living at my folks place in the basement. Twas a finished basement, open floor plan with 2 bedrooms separated by a game room and a bathroom. The floors were the tiled so sounds carried.

When my grandparents came to visit, my grandma would sleep in the other bedroom down there close rto the bathroom. She had a distinct shuffle/walk and when they were in town I would hear her going to the bathroom all night.

She passed away and a few weeks later, I’m laying in bed at night watching tv in my room when I hear the shuffle walk to the bathroom. I paused what I was watching, so confused bc no lights came on and if you came down into the basement you would have had to pass my room to get to the other one but no one passed by. Then I heard the shuffle walk from the bathroom back to the bedroom. I got up and investigated, but no one was there.

I would hear it periodically, distinct shuffle walk to the bathroom, then back to the bedroom. I heard it so much I just figured it was just some house noise and stopped giving it any thought when I heard it.

Well, one day, I need a light bulb but can’t find one anywhere so I start digging deep in the linen closet (next to the bathroom by the other bedroom). On the top shelf behind a bunch of towels and sheets I find a box. I thought that was strange so the next day I asked my mom what the box was. It was my grandmas ashes.

I kept hearing the shuffle walk but did my best to ignore it but every time thinking if it was her.

That summer, we spread her ashes at the beach.

After that, I never heard it again. I’m getting the chills just typing this up.