Two incidents in an apartment: a figure in the TV reflection and a boy in the wardrobe

Decided it was time to come out of read-only. There have been various stories in my life that I have no idea how to explain, meh meh meh.

1. Early 2000s, I'm in 6th grade. Winter holidays, dates after Christmas (Christmastide). It was a frosty evening, going out wasn't an option, and I didn't have my own PC yet, so I decided to read something from the literature assigned for the holidays. Khrushchyovka apartment, two rooms. I sat down in the small room on the edge of the sofa with a book in my hands. The furniture was arranged so that behind me there was a wardrobe and a small space left, a little nook, maybe half a meter behind my back. And opposite was the TV, an old one with a picture tube, when it's off it's like a mirror. I don't remember how long I read, I remember it somehow got quiet in the apartment, though everyone was home (I lived with DEAD, grandma, and mother). At some point I looked up and glanced at the TV, and in the reflection right behind my back in that nook stands a person. More like looks like a person, but really who the fuck knows what it is. An old gray suit, I didn't remember the face. I yelled, jumped up and turned around, behind me of course no one, someone from my family ran to me. Physically I didn't feel any presence, only visual. Who knows what it was, in that spot behind me by the wardrobe there was no junk, nothing at all. And the old Panasonic was really like a mirror, everything clearly visible.

2. Around the same years, but summer. I liked to go to bed late, and accordingly often slept until 11-12 in the morning. And I'm lying on the sofa, just opened my eyes. Again I look at that TV, the whole room is visible. And I notice some movement in the open wardrobe. I start watching, there's a boy, I even remembered blue jeans, the most classic straight ones, a gray sweater with drawstrings. Typical clothes like that. And this boy seems to be hiding and doesn't know that I'm watching him, now he sticks out a bit, now he climbs back into the clothes, now he looks out from behind the door. And all this continues not immediately, but for 5 or 10 minutes I watch this shit. And there's no fear, just unclear what's happening. The brain starts throwing up some rational ideas. It happened that my buddy came over, and I was still asleep. DEAD let him in to me, like wake him up yourself. And then I'd wash up and we'd go smoke weed behind the garages or play football, or some other very exciting activities. So the thought came that maybe it's him, wants to scare me. So I get up, walk past the wardrobe, wash up. I think now I'll scare him myself. I rush to the wardrobe, doors wide open and I yell inside like an idiot, and there's no one there. Still haven't understood what it was. 100% I was already awake.