So this is 10000% true. Not embellished. Not exaggerated.
I am really logical, an atheist. Do not believe in anything.
My granny died around 8 years ago (I am English but my daddy, and my granny are Irish) and she lived in Ireland. Anyway when she died, she left her house to my daddy. We go over 8-10 times a year (sometimes together with my DH and kids and mammy, sometimes I’ll go just my DH and kids and vice versa) but for most of the year it is empty.
Anyway, nothing has ever really happened in the house to me, although there is sometimes a feeling of being watched at night, but it’s an old house, in the middle of nowhere so I just put it down to human fear rather than anything actually being there. Until this trip. I had to get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, my bedroom is at one end of the hallway, and the bathroom the other. It’s about 6m long so quite long. Anyway as I go to the bathroom (and this was three nights ago) there was a man in front of the bathroom door. Now, I was half asleep, and genuinely froze out of panic because I just knew this man wasn’t human, he didn’t really react to me although he did look down at me. Weirdly I was terrified but also didn’t get an ‘evil’ vibe from him. After a couple of seconds I came to me senses, screamed and turned the light on and when I turned back round he was gone. Anyway go back to my room, wake my husband up (how I woke no one up I will never know) and made him come with me whilst I had a wee. All fine - finally drifted off and woke up in the morning,
As my daddy comes down I told him and my mammy what had happened. And my daddy goes ‘oh you mean the man in the suit with the hat?’ I said yes (I hadn’t described how he looked) and my daddy says ‘oh he’s been there since I was a little boy you just have to push passed him he won’t follow you into the bathroom, he just walks the hallway’
And that was that. My first, and hopefully last ghost. I’m back in England now and honestly a bit terrified of going back home to Ireland again after that!