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In 2002, my wife and I spent three days in an old New York City hotel, about two blocks from Times Square. At about 3:30am on the morning of 27 October, I heard my wife awake to go to the bathroom. Once she had returned to bed, I went there myself. I had turned off the bathroom light and was attempting to feel my way to my (left) side of the bed in the darkness, when I noticed a tall, dark image standing in front of me at a right angle to my body. I was convinced no one had entered the locked room.