Last night I was half asleep in bed with my TV on. (I sometimes leave my TV on BTW when I just want to sleep lightly.) Then around midnight, my TV turned off. Thinking it was my father mistakenly turning it off, I yelled “hey!”. And the TV turned back on again. The only thing is, when I looked around, there was no one else in my room! The remote was on my nightstand, well out of reach. And when I later questioned my father on it, he claimed he wasn’t even in my room last night.
I know that about 30 years ago (long before I was born, or remember in any event), my parents often told of how our attic seemed to be haunted. A rocker up there seemed to rock by itself. And one time, my father (who slept up there as he worked midnights) saw a man in a Revolutionary uniform by a very old rifle we used to have up there.
Anyways, I don’t believe in spirits, or even an afterlife for that matter. I typically am very skeptical. So there has to be some rational explanation for it–right ?
Mr Cazzle’s old tv used to switch itself off at the same point in the intro to Star Trek Next Gen every single time (the bit with the bright star, I think it was). I don’t recall it ever switching itself back on…
Don’t emergency alert systems have the ability to turn people’s t.v.s off and on? I read about this somewhere, but maybe it was that they wanted to develop a system that did this, not that it actually existed.
Anyway, maybe they were messing around down at your local emergency alert system office. Do you live in Tornado Alley?
Couldn’t it have just been a few seconds of dead air between commercials? That sometimes happens when I watch TV, depending on the channel, and the sudden quiet is usually enough to make me look up and wonder what’s going on.
Mrs. Chastain and I have a bunch of those Simpsons action figures and environments in our office. (We’ve decorated our office as a TV/movie shrine.) These figures talk when plugged into the little playsets, if you press a button.
Let me tell you, there’s nothing freakier than hearing one of them spout off some random phrase from down the hall at 3:00am.
And for some reason, it’s always Patty and Selma in the DMV. Nothing worse than hearing that gravelly voice saying, “Ohhhhh…Chub-Chub” when you’re between sleep and awake. :eek: :eek: :eek: