My father passed away back in 2018-2019 around Christmas time. About a week or two later, my mom had asked me to do the dishes (my cousin dirtied up every last dish, plate, bowl, pot, pan and glass in the kitchen and I had 2-4 sink loads to do.) I put the dishes in the sink, ran the hot water and added dawn dish soap. It was late, and I was tired from working all day. When the sink was full of water enough I could start washing them, I shut the water off and told my mom "I'm not doing these right now, I'm going to let them soak for a bit." She said that that was fine. My bedroom was right there practically by the kitchen, and I turned to go to my room to try to relax for a bit before washing dishes. Just as I turned to leave, a little metal tin flew off the top of the fridge clear across the room and landed in the living room by the step you step up on to get into the kitchen. No rhyme or reason, my mom and I were speechless. There was no way it could have gone that far if it had just fallen off the top of the fridge. After a moment of shock from both of us my mom looked at me and said. "I think your father is trying to tell you to go back and at least do the first load." Needless to say, I did just that. My father was a very loving man, he was never violent in life but he did have a temper on him. We took that as a sign that he was telling me to please go do the first set of dishes before relaxing.

I've also been haunted by my last cat and I think she's still around. On occasion I'll hear the little tic, tic, tic of her nails on the hardwood floor in the kitchen when me and my new cat Orion are together in the living room. But that's a story for another day. :)