At the time that this story first came in place, I was only a baby. So really, this story is from my mother's experience.
Whenever I ask my mom if she's had any paranormal encounters, she always brings up this memory. Her first encounter was when my father was at work and it was just her and me in their bed in the middle of the day. Later in the day, she heard the kitchen cabinets downstairs open and close in a slow pattern. She would listen closely and then say, "Hi, Grandma." She explains that she never felt scared or threatened because she knew it was her. She knew because her grandmother was closest to her, and still was after death.
Sometimes, she would randomly wake up around 2-3 am after she felt a light rub on her chest like her grandmother was waking her up.
Unfortunately yet, fortunately, as I got older and my mom had my younger brother, my mom stopped having any activity; which made me feel sad because I've been wanting to come upon a FRIENDLY spirit out of my dangerous curiosity.
I tell my parents this all the time, and they tell me to never mess with spirits because I never know what I'm getting myself into. My mom -who somewhat believes in all things spiritual- tells me I should only communicate when you need them to leave you alone and to guide them to their own realm where they're supposed to be (they say you can help to guide them by fixing their regrets, take them to an upbeat and/or nostalgic place that almost forces them to move on into the spiritual realm, etc.).