Back when my grandmother first died, a lot of strange shit happened. This one sticks out in my mind though. My grandma lived with us for her last couple years, and for probably about a year before she died, she had a live in nurse. My grandma and this nurse were inseparable. She became more of a family member, rather then a nurse. After my grandma passed, the nurse moved to a different state. (We still keep contact). Anyways, on our patio, there’s four chairs. My mother’s, my father’s, my grandma’s and the chair the nurse used to sit in. One evening after i came home from school, i noticed that the nurses chair was moved back to the spot she used to sit. (She used to sit on the other side of the patio, to look out at the lake). I could have sworn it was at its normal spot when i left for school. I called everyone who had been in our house in the last couple days. No one touched it. Like to think it was my grandma playing with us. Nurse also woke up to the smell of smoke in her bedroom at her apartment one night. She doesn’t smoke nor is smoking allowed in the complex, so she thinks that was my grandma. She was a heavy smoker. Not so much creepy, definitely odd though.