In 1985 I was 17 and dating a girl in Valparaiso Indiana.
Her dad and I became close and we were both Bears fans at the best time you could be one. I was there late one night in December after a game and my girlfriend, mother, and sisters went to bed. It was about two am when we heard this banging outside. He said "Want to see something?"
We got bundled up and treaded outside in the knee high snow. They lived outside town in a rural setting with a field across the road and just a few houses on their side. We went around the house and I could see light in their neighbor's shed. Shadows were flashing through the light and you could tell the bulb was swinging. The shed had windows in each door and opened barn style. As we got closer I could see tools flying around the room and banging against the walls. I looked at him "Hey, what the hell is that?"
He said "I've seen this twice, watch."
When we got up to the doors he reached up to grab the handle and looked at me just before he grasped it. He said "Wait." Then grabbed the handle. It was like a plug was pulled. Light went out and everything stopped. All you could hear was the wind. He said "Shows over." We walked back silently.
I went into the service a few months later and never saw him again. We never talked out it, not once. Twenty years later I ran into my ex girlfriend and told her that story. She said he never told her that. She called him while I was sitting there and he said "Oh yeah, that was something alright." She just shrugged her shoulders and said "Ain't that just like him."