Have told this before on MN, only repeating as I saw someone up thread had asked about Jamaica Inn. Settle in, its long.
We used to live in South Devon. I'd always wanted to go to Jamaica Inn. So we went. Fuck me, what a let down. If you've been, you'll know. The tiny snug pub bit is very olde worlde, if empty. The back is a massive built-on conservatory with a 1970s swirly carpet and emergency chairs. It's a big disappointment. The hotel room itself was in the newly built extension, like a premier inn, nice and clean, job done. We were gutted!
Family heard we had been, bought us a gift of meal and night's stay. Yay. We went. The room was in the pub itself, not the premier inn extension. We had our meal in the empty pub and went to the room, door to upstairs was behind the bar (in case you are checking!). Room had 4 poster bed blah blah. Went to sleep. Woke up to go loo, roughly 3 am, somebody was in the bathroom as light on and door shut. Ok it's husband. Sat on bed, half asleep, waiting. Realised husband is in bed. Got up assuming somebody has left light on. Go in bathroom, empty, no probs clearly light just left on. Shut door, pee, light turns off, tap turns on, the hot tap, absolutely steaming hot water pouring out. Jump up, turn it off, shout husband. MASSIVE bang, assume it's husband falling out of bed. He bursts through door saying WHAT THE FUCK. The bang was the room door belting open. We close all the doors, get in bed, convince ourselves we are pissed (Neither of us were drunk) or going crazy. Fall asleep. Don't know how much later we are woken by crying. It was literally the sound of a child crying. We both wake up looking around. It stops. Cheap vase on window sill literally slides off, smashes on floor.
We didn't sleep the rest of that night. Other stuff happened but so minor, scuttling noises, crying, banging. We stayed awake until it came light and left. Never been back since. For context we are both staunch atheists.