When I was younger, my sister and I would sleep-walk sometimes. One night I woke up, I am awake, and I need to go to the bathroom. My sister is up and she is faced towards the front door and the front door is open. It’s the middle of the night and it doesn’t make any sense. It’s cold outside and the door is always locked, dead-bolted. So the door is standing wide open and the light from the front porch is just glowing on her and illuminating her and she’s just standing there facing the front door. And I say “Kizzy, what are you doing?” She looks over at me and, as she does, the door closes by itself.