When I was little, my dad moved into a trailer park. I had a TV in my bedroom there, and many nights it would turn off and on all by itself. We jokingly referred to it as the "possessed TV." One night, the electricity went out. We lit some candles and camped out in my room. Suddenly, the TV came on. "Oh, good," I said, "we've got power again." I went to turn on my play station, but it didn't have any juice. Either did the lights. I was too creeped out to stay in that room and watch the TV. Dad later confessed that he had gotten a deal on the trailer. The guy who had lived there before died in his sleep, and the family had been looking to unload it for cheap. Thanks a lot dad!

Dsay Valentine, CA