I moved into a house where an old friend of mine had been living alone a couple of years. It was a strange deal to begin with, since it was really his father's house -- his father who had recently remarried and now lived out of state.
We always gathered on Saturday nites and watched Star Trek in the front room. On this particular night we decided that, following STTNG, we would go to Tower Books. STTNG came on as usual. Somwhere near the end of it, the garage door (on the south wall of the room we were in) suddenly opened up, paused for a moment, then closed. We kinda laughed about it, more out of denial, I think, now. No big deal, really. After STTNG, we went to tower. When we got back, we found that the remote controls for the tv were missing. We took the couch apart, moved all the chairs and the table, but couldn't find them. After a couple of hours of the boob tube (getting up to change the stations -- grunt!) we finally went to 7-11 to get big-gulps. When we returned, to our surprise, the remote controls were sitting on the top of the couch we had taken apart only a short time before!