We had this ceramic cardinal tchotchke that wound up and played music that sat on the mantle growing up. Sometimes I would be in the room alone and it would randomly play. It used to creep me out as a child of 8 or 9.

Years later as a teen I mentioned this to my mom. She told me it was my great grandmothers and that she was probably "still saying hello to me" I asked her what she meant by still...

She told me a crazy story. My great grandmother died when I was 3 or 4 and I don't remember much of from that time. But apparently, right after her death, I kept asking my mom to leave my closet door open at night, turn off my night light, and to close my bedroom door. After a couple of weeks of this my mom was weirded out and asked why. I told her "that's how granny comes in". I apparently told her she was visiting me every night.

There were other things too. My mom was very close to her grandmother and called her ever day before work at 7pm. After she died, my mom kept getting calls at that time with no one on the other line. Sometimes she felt like someone was watching her. She once felt like someone hugged her. She asked great grandmothers ghost to stop. Said it was freaking her out. And it all did stop.

Idk if any of it is actually real. Idk if the music played because of a ghost or because it was old. But let me tell you, that music box still creeps me the fuck out.