It was late at night when you were woken up by small noises coming from inside the house—such as the door being opened, a chair being moved and the sound of footsteps coming from the living room. Frightened by the idea that it might be a robber, you quickly got out of bed and went downstairs only to find an empty house, without even a small object out of place.

A giggle echoed through the house, along with small footsteps in your direction, yet nothing was there. "No matter how much time passes, I will always delight in the expression on the faces my wife makes," a voice suddenly said. "Oh, and by the way... What are you looking at? I'm right in front of you."