This happened 12-13 years ago. We lived with my mother and brother in a one-bedroom apartment, the day brother was at work. At 12 o’clock, my mom and I went to bed, and nothing predicted, as they say.

I wake up at 3 o’clock at night (approximately) from playing music. Only my mother and my brother had a cell phone, but my mother’s phone was silent. But I heard clearly playing Beethoven’s K. Elise. There are no musicians. It became hasty. I hear my mother calling me a whisper. Check if I sleep or not. Eventually, she also heard music. They lived on the first floor. Sound from the window. They took courage and went to the window. and none. There is sound. It is right here, nearby.

Turn on the lights and go to the sound. Arrived at the wall (remember the headsets that were in each family? From there, up there, where the albums are. And then it comes to me that this is a music card that my grandmother sent to my brother for his birthday five years ago. I got my brother’s album, really. It is unclear how through the paper contact worked and she played. We put more paper there, and it shut down.

And what, you might think. Well happen, it worked. The fact is that she played already on her brother's birthday. He turned 23 or 24 that day. In the morning, his mother called him, and said that his grandmother was ahead of everyone with congratulations))

This is the story we still remember.)