When my
grandparents came to visit, they would stay in my room. I didn't mind.
I used my stereo as an alarm clock, and since i don't listen to the radio, had a tape in the radio. Apollo 18 happened to be the tape.
I forgot about it until my poor grandmother, positively spooked, came to breakfast. She was saying - couldn't hear her at first - what? - "there's a human head on the ground?!?" I'm sure she thought i was a satanist. Once they left, we laughed and laughed.