We arrived in our 200 year old holiday cottage yesterday. As soon as we walked in it felt very cold but I shut all the windows and put the heating on and it seemed to improve.
As it got dark I had a horrible feeling of foreboding and it wasn't helped when the front door just flung open! DH said it was just the wind and I calmed down a bit.
I dreaded going to bed. The bedroom seems the worst. Every time I go in there the hairs go up on the back of my neck. Last night I lay there with my heart beating twenty to the dozen and then suddenly there was a bang on the bedroom window! Again DH reassured me it was just the wind. But despite that I didn't get a wink of sleep all night.
We're here for 6 more days but I just want to go home.
Please reassure me that it's all just my imagination.