I'm clairaudient. When I was a child I'd hear bells at the precise time that any family member died, and thus I'd always know of the death before my branch of the family was notified. These bells were not church/school bells, or like any bell sound I've heard in real life.
I now live in an old house which has the boards that once contained the servant bells in what used to be the kitchen and scullery, and in the attic bedrooms.
The boards no longer have the bells attached - all that remains is brass T-shape plates where they once were. I've never been able to locate the actual bell pushes/pulls in what were the drawing, dining, day, breakfast rooms etc, but it's probable that the connecting wires are still in situ.
Despite being non-existent, these bells still ring on occasion and I'm not the only one to have heard them. I'm well aware that I share my home with more than my family and incredibly intuitive cat (black, of course) as I sometimes hear snippets of conversation and radio broadcasts from another era.
Thankfully, I'm able to tune out of anything I don't want to hear, or don't have time to listen to, but one weekday morning (when I'd had nothing stronger than a cup of tea) a few years back I was sitting in my kitchen, which is way at the back of the house, when I heard the distant sound of trumpets.
As the sound became more distinct, I recognised a New Orlean jazz style tune which sounded for all the world like one of those used to accompany funeral processions in Louisiana. I was trying to concentrate on some work so I tried to ignore it.
However, the sound kept getting louder and seemed to be coming from outside my house; I eventually gave up and went out the front door fully expecting to see nothing. Instead, I saw a full New Orleans-style funeral procession making its ceremonial way down the hill towards my home.
The smartly-dressed black band members slow-marched past my home followed by a black-plumed horse-drawn hearse and several limousines containing black mourners, As the procession reached the bottom of my road, it made a seamless left turn onto the (usually busy) main road, and disappeared from my sight.
Oddly, there were no pedestrians or other motorists on my road at the time, and no neighbours came out to witness the spectacle although I was outside for 15+ minutes. When I subsequently mentioned this event to my neighbours and shopkeepers on the main road, nobody had heard anything unusual. I even scoured local obits but there was no mention of any relevant death.
I still don't know wtf that was about; I'm not black, and the nearest cemetary is miles away.