I was still on the computer. Then, there was clatter downstairs. Much clatter. As if somebody who shouldn't be was there! O.O!!! Then I hear more clatter, and a veeery strange sawing sound. It was as if somebody was trying to saw trough wood or something.
I panicked. Horribly. I jumped out of the chair and wanted to get downstairs, but then halfway I realized it would be better to get my grandmother first. When I ran into the room, I saw she wasn't there.
What I though had happened: There was somebody downstair. A theif, maybe. One of them got in or something. The other one as trying to saw trough the door, as explained by the noise. And my grandma wasn't in her bed, whih meant they probably knocked her unconcious or something! :O
What really happened: My grandmother couldn't sleep so she went downstair and took out some stuff. Kitchen stuff, which created plenty of clatter. And the sawing noice? She was grinding some bagels and junk like that into breadcrumbs. What? It's cheaper. ~.~ Anyhoo, that's why she wasn't in her bed.
Another time at Halloween, this guy jumped out of the bushes with a fake chainsaw...actually, he was pretending to be a figurine.
Also, one summer night when I was sleeping, I felt something tickle my arm. I thought it was my cat, but I felt her at my feet. I kinda sat up and turned on the light - and there it was. The biggest and ugliest black bug I've ever seen. I stayed up reading a book until 3 hours later. I was so scared I couldn't sleep. @.@
Or once, we wer at the beach, and since I live like right next to a nuclear powerplant, I'm kinda paranoid and worried about my safety. Then I hear this rumbling...I thought something happened with the powerplant. I was so scared I couldn't move. While I sat on a log and clutched my shirt, breathing heavily, my brothers kept playing and my parents talked onchalantly, and then gave me funny looks. >.<
I have an overractive imagination. =/