A Strange Night

It happened in the fall of 2007. My wife and I came home from work as usual, had dinner, rested, and went to bed. It took us a while to fall asleep, so we watched TV until late. But finally, around 3:00 a.m., we turned it off and started to drift off. About 20 minutes passed—I hadn't even fallen asleep yet, but my wife was already in her third dream.

Then I heard the sound of the front door opening. Since we could see the door from our room, I could clearly see it was locked. But the sound didn't stop. There was no doubt it was the door opening. I felt uneasy and closed my eyes, hoping the sound would stop on its own. But no such luck...

Then, unexpectedly, the TV turned on. I looked around—the remote was lying far away. The TV was broadcasting a blank channel and hissing. I got up, picked up the remote, turned it off, and went back to bed. Less than a minute later, the TV turned on again and then immediately turned off. I was completely frightened after seeing footsteps on my carpet (I have a brushed carpet, and every step is clearly visible). Wrapped in a blanket, I shook with fear. Five minutes later, I heard the front door close, and the room fell silent. Of course, I couldn't sleep that night—I spent the whole night sitting in the kitchen, pondering what had happened. I was lethargic the whole next day.

I didn't tell my wife what happened, lest she think I was crazy. Luckily, nothing like that has happened since then. I'm starting to convince myself that I dreamed the whole thing. Apparently, it makes it easier for me to process everything that happened that strange night.