Hi, this is my first Reddit post ever - I created this account because this thread made me remember something that creeps me out till today, when I was 12 my grandmother passed away I really loved her as practically she raised me since I was very young (my parents were divorced and mum had to work).
Thing is, around year 1999 - 2000 I was now living in the same house with my mum and sister, we used to hang around the main room watching movies and most of the time fell asleep on Sundays. One day, whilst we were sleeping the phone rings and I pick up the call was VERY noisy but there was a woman on the other side, and they called me by my name she said "Open the window" I answered "Who is this", she replied "open the window", I asked again "Why? Who is this?" Then she said "I'm your granma, open the window" and then hung up.
After that, and still startled, thinking it must have been a wrong number I start walking back to the room and walked past the kitchen and I suddenly felt the smell of gas leaking! I hurried up to open the windows and then woke my mum up and told her, she said that was the first time she saw me truly scared.
I still don't know what truly happened - it might have been a wrong number but the chances of what happened were just very very odd.