Right, I'll be upfront, I've got no clue what actually happened, but maybe someone out there's had something similar. This was about a year ago. I was home alone, just a regular Saturday, nothing weird going on, sitting at my laptop in my room. I hadn't shut the door, I never bother shutting it when I'm home on my own, and anyway it only locks from the inside. After a while I figured I'd head downstairs, looked over at the door and was a bit thrown to see it was shut. Tried to walk out, but the door wouldn't budge. First I figured the handle was just jammed. Gave it a proper yank, nothing. The door was just... not letting me out. And there's no way anyone could've been holding it from the other side, I was definitely the only one home. Started getting a bit panicky by then. Checked my phone, had signal. Looked out the window, noticed it was getting dark, glanced at the clock, it was around 4. Thought maybe a storm was rolling in. The next three hours, I genuinely don't know how to describe what was going on. The whole time I never saw anyone outside the window, but our street's not exactly busy. But it kept flipping between day and night out there. One minute it'd be pitch black, the next it'd be bright as midday. Night fell three or four times in those three hours, and a whole rainstorm came and went. Rang a mate just to make sure I could actually reach someone, and to check if he was seeing the same weird shit. Got through, but he said everything was fine at his end. When I asked him about it he goes, "What night? Mate, did you teleport? It's broad daylight here." So I worked out he wasn't seeing anything weird, it was just me. I kept panicking, the door still wouldn't open. I also noticed the room kept swinging between hot and cold. Although, dunno, that could've just been me, panic does that to you. I was seriously thinking about ringing someone and asking them to come over. Probably would've spent ages working out who to call and what to say so they wouldn't have me committed, but then around 6 or 7 the door just opened on its own. I bolted out of the room, then straight out of the house. Just walked around town till late in the evening, didn't want to go back. For a few days after I tried to stay out of that room, only went in to grab stuff. Slept on the couch downstairs. But the panic faded eventually and I started questioning whether I'd lost the plot. Couple of months later I was back to sleeping and hanging out in my room. Nothing weird's happened since. I reckon I'm over it, but when I'm home alone I still wedge a chair in front of the door so it can't shut, otherwise I just can't relax. Most people'll think I imagined the whole thing, but nah. I took photos of all those views out the window on my phone. Doesn't prove anything, I just did it for myself so I wouldn't sit there later wondering if I was going mad. There's day, night and rain in those photos. And yeah, when I bolted out of the house, the ground outside was bone dry. I'd really love to know what the hell that was.