Here's my woo story...
A few years ago DH and I went to a 'haunted' castle for a joint hen/stag do - it even had a spooky name: Craig Y Nos (means Rock of the Night in Welsh). We had dinner etc and then went off in groups once it got dark, armed with just one torch for the guide. We toured all the supposedly most haunted rooms in the castle and hospital (it was a TB hospital after its previous owner, an opera singer, died). I tried so hard to be spooked or scared but just really wasn't and was a little disappointed. I even stayed behind on my own in one of the rooms, in the dark. Nada. Zilch. Even bloody Yvette Fielding managed to get haunted when she was there with Most Haunted.
After a few games and beers in the common room of the old nurses' accommodations (where we were all staying, as the main castle was still in the early stages of renovations into a proper hotel). I retired to bed before DH and just as I was about to drop off, I felt - physically felt - someone tuck the blankets around my shoulders. I assumed it was DH and even said thank you, but didn't turn over and went to sleep almost straight after. An hour or so later, DH came to bed, waking me up by turning the bloody overhead light on I expressed surprise that he wasn't in bed, having tucked me up earlier. He adamantly denied having even come back to the room until that moment so had no idea what I was talking about! Freaked me right out!