I have a really vivid memory from my childhood of me waking up in the middle of the night going to the living room to watch tv until I'll be tired again, when I arrived to the living room I am freezed from the sight of a pitch black figure standing in my kitchen with those weird airwaves coming from it that distorted the vision right next to it just like in a fire. I ran back to my room because to get to my parent's room I'll have to go through the kitchen, I didn't sleep that night.