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Closest I can think of was maybe a little less than 2 decades ago now. I vaguely remember it, but some time after my grandpa had died, our landline got a call. I was in the room with my grandma and mother and my mom went to get the phone. There was no number, but instead just his name. Pretty sure she answered, but nobody replied. The line was dead.
My mom swears it was something like my grandpa, in the afterlife, calling to tell us that everything's gonna be okay despite his recent passing, but I don't buy into that kinda religious spiritual stuff
Other than that, I have memories from when I was younger that I cannot confirm or deny because the only people I know who might have an answer probably wouldn't remember and I'd feel real weird asking them about these memories completely out of the blue. One is me supposedly going on a trip with the family of one of my older brother's friend's family to a city/town ( don't remember name ) in a nearby county ( name not included for obvious reasons ) in the same state and me being in the basement in a house we stopped at for some reason. That's a very vague memory. Same with an unconfirmed memory where I swear I went with the mother of this friend to some berry picking place and was stuck in their van once we got back to their place, with nobody coming to help me get out. Very vaguely remember that I couldn't open the van door for some reason. I'd probably chalk that one up to me being a kid and time moving by relatively slow from my perspective, making it seem like forever when it was probably just a couple minutes of me trying to get out.
Both vague and highly unconfirmed, but I am more concerned about the memory of a mystery road trip that I somehow ended up involved in that my parents don't remember. Wouldn't expect them to since they weren't there, but the fact they don't remember this supposed trip happening adds to the mystery.