When I was a kid, for a while my mother, one of my sisters and I lived with my grandpa. Grandpa loved his caine and other white spirits and would drink until he went and passed out in his room. Then he would start shouting in his sleep and have big fights and arguments with someone. Usually when this started, someone would go to wake him up and tell him to shut up (as suggested by him).

Anyway, one day the three of us excluding grandpa were sitting around in the lounge doing whatever, when next thing we heard grandpa shouting in his sleep from his room. So both me and my sister go to tell him to sit up. And we both saw the shape of a person in his bed and heard him sort of mumble “ah, fine, ok, sorry.” And that was the end of the shouting and we went back to the lounge to carry on watching TV or whatever we were doing.

Next thing, a car pulls up outside and out gets grandpa and his friend. They had both been out the whole day and grandpa wasn’t actually home that whole time.

That’s easily the biggest unexplained experience I’ve had in my life. The fact that all 3 of us heard him shouting and that both my sister and I saw him in his bed still freaks me out today.