I grew up in rural southern Minnesota in the 1980's. My family was working class and we lived in a house built in the 1850's. I had many unusual experiences in that house growing up and this is one of those.
When I was about 10 on at least two occasions, I was woken up in the middle of the night by people talking and chicken frying downstairs in the kitchen, there was music playing and I remember it sounded distorted and old fashioned. I thought it was my father who often came home from work after midnight. I got up and walked down the stairs, the noise got louder and I remember wondering why my dad would be frying chicken in the middle of the night. I could hear it sizzling, and smell it. I continued to hear the voices and music until I reached the bottom step to turn the corner into our living room, then it was all gone. The house was dark, no smells, no noise, nothing! I ran back up to bed and never told my parents about it because I convinced myself I was dreaming (even though it happened more than once).
Last year I was visiting my family and we were talking about the ghost shows on TV and my dad told me a story of him waking up in the middle of the night years before to the smell and sound of frying chicken, people talking and old music.
Our stories were the same even though we had never mentioned this to anyone. It was so strange.