What are the creepiest paranormal experiences one ever had?

 I was called at the principal’s office where I see my uncle waiting for me. He told me that my budhiya nani (maternal great grandmother,) had died and that he had come to take me to the crematorium where the rest of the family was waiting for me. Being a 7 year old, I was still a bit fuzzy about all this information. My budhiya nani lived with her son (my maternal grandfather) in the village and I would visit her once or twice every year. My memory of her was of a highly affectionate, frail, hunched back yet hard working woman whose face lit up on seeing me.

I reach the cremation ground where I was hurriedly undressed, bathed in the Ganges and wrapped in a Raamnaami cloth. I was taken to the pyre where her body was already placed inside the pyre with only her face and legs visible. It was all very surreal because it was the first time I was seeing death and the Hindu last rites so closely.

This is where things began to take a farcical turn. There was a heated debate among the extended family about who should light the pyre. Budhiya Nani had only one son (my maternal grandfather) who was in no shape to perform the last rites due to his failing health. That made me next in line to perform the last rites as I was her eldest male blood relative (My maternal grandfather had three daughters and my male cousins were toddlers). However, my performing the last rites was fiercely contested by extended family members since I was a child. Turns out there is some element of property allocation that comes into play for whoever performs the last rites and my maternal grandfather’s cousin's family wanted to be in on that. Anyways, things were getting heated up with both me and my maternal grandfather’s cousin wrapped in raamnaamis and holding the flaming torch waiting for the dispute to be resolved. And then it happened...

There was a whoosh sound and bam- the pyre lit itself. Everyone freaked out. The Domraja (cremation undertaker) hurried me towards the burning pyre and helped me complete the formalities of ‘Mukhagni’ by making me revolve around the pyre (or whatever was left of it) and making me torch the burning pyre.

A rational explanation of this self cremation could be embers from adjoining pyres aided by windy conditions. However, the elderly Domraja told us that he had never seen this ever in his entire life spent on this cremation ground. Rational or paranormal, the incidence has become a legend in my family and has made my budhiya nani the lady who lived an independent life and died an independent death.