This is not about aliens. This is about my mother-in-law who died in 1981.
Every Christmas Eve, we would have a party and hold it in the garage because of all the people that would show up. For some reason, we started sharing stories of my mother-in-law. Mine was how much she hated me. My hubby's was how she used to hit him with the coal stove shovel when he misbehaved and how she treated her grandson like her own son while she hated hubby because he cramped her lifestyle, (which was going out every weekend). Our son was how she treated him....well, evidently she didn't like the stories being told about her and she turned off the lights in the garage. Really. No one was near the light switch. We were all sitting on chairs in a circle. So we decided to stop talking about her.
BTW, she died on Christmas Eve in 1981.
Years before that night, when we finally were able to move into the home hubby built, I was on the sofa watching TV when I saw a dark black shadow go from the kitchen into the hallway back to the bedrooms. Then came the odor of Patchoulli, a scent his mother used all the time in her place. It was like she was checking the house out. I was wishing my hubby would have been there. Her grandson wasn't there either but when he came home he noted that his bedroom has things moved around (i wasn't allowed in their private space).
So, that's just 2 episodes for me. There are plenty more involving other family but I would use up all the Mb's.