Sometimes, the gramophone would start to play unexpectedly.
When watched closely, it was well-behaved. Without a record, it remained still and silent. With a record and after winding its spring it would play the most beautiful music.
When ignored, it would chortle to itself, creak ominously, and occasionally play eerie sounds.d Wind blowing in tree branches. Fruit blown down and landing on the rain barrel. Creaking silo and barn. Mimes tripping and falling over invisible obstacles. Nervous rustling of cattle and chickens.
But only until someone took notice. Once spotted, the turntable would stop and the eldritch sounds would cease.
We don’t have a farm, cattle, chickens, or fruit trees.
I don’t know where that mime came from either.