This story is relayed to me by my grandfather:
We had just bought a house and we were working on fixing it up before moving in. Your grandmother was in the kitchen painting cabinets and I was in the living room painting trim. All the sudden I woke up on a couch that was stored upstairs. I could hear your grandmother yapping downstairs looking for me. I called out to her and she came upstairs. I got yelled at for napping on the job. We don’t know how long I was up there. When we came back downstairs the radio in the kitchen turned all the way up blasting our ears. Your grandmother went to the kitchen to turn it off and every single cupboard and drawer was open. Creepy stuff kid. The entire time we were remodeling that house, we took turns waking up on that couch. We joked about it but still couldn’t figure out what happened.
It's Probably Aliens 