When I was younger, I used to share a bunk bed with my brother. I had the top bunk and he had the bottom bunk. Right next to my bed was a shelf that was attached to the wall. I tied a toy to a piece of yarn and attached it to the shelf so it dangled. I don't know why I did that, probably because it was something to do, but whatever.
Well one night, I woke up in the middle of the night. I just laid there in bed with my eyes closed trying to go back to sleep. All of a sudden I felt a really cold gust of wind hit me. I turned on my lamp which was on a dresser by the bed and looked at the window. It was closed all the way and so was my door. Then I noticed that the toy I had dangling from my shelf was moving from the wind that hit it. I thought it was my imagination but then remembered about the toy. It was really weird because there's no way to explain it. How could wind blow into my room when the window was closed?
I still live in this house and through the years, plenty of things have happened. Some, I recognize as being in my mind, but others I can't even explain. I always try to find a logical explanation for things first so believe me, when I tell you something strange happened, something strange really happened.
Peace, Love, and Luck be with you.