When my grandmother had passed away I was five at the time, the date was 18th of February 1994.
I do remember bits and pieces of that day, and have very fond memories of the place she stayed at. There are also other weird things that happened there, but that's a story for some other time.
The first spooky thing that happened the night my grandmother passed away, while everyone went to lay down, was a heavy and hard knocking on the front door. My cousin, who was a toddler at the time, started crying and his mum went to go see who it was when everyone told her not to open the door.
The second and most scariest and weirdest thing that happened after she passed away was on the 10th day memorial service (as per Hindu custom). After all the visitors and some family had left, a beggar came to ask for food. My aunt was about to chase him away when my mum warned her against it as my mum believes that we should never refuse anyone who asks for food or water. So my mum did give him a parcel of food that was prepared on that day. The old man thanked my mum profusely and walked of.
As this man stepped onto the pavement or sidewalk of the street, he simply vanished before my mum's eyes (from the front door of my gran's place you have a very wide and clear view of the street out front). My mum stood there shocked for a few minutes, trying to find some logical explanation as to what just happened. Even when she called my aunt to tell her what she witnessed my aunt was a bit skeptical. But up until this day my mum still talks about that incident with a bit of shock and wonder.