So, I was visiting friends for Christmas, they had just moved into an old house and things weren't fully sorted yet. Downstairs was lovely, they had two bedrooms nicely decorated, a third was partially done but they didn't do much with the two smaller bedrooms at the very top of the house and didntliketo spend much time in them.
So I had bought some gifts and with a house full of people I took myselfup to one of the top bedrooms so I could wrap them privately, my matewas terrible for trying to find her gifts before Christmas morning and we would joke about her looking for them so I thought hidingthem upstairs was a good plan.
I waited for her to be distracted then hurried upstairs to wrap things. I shut the door behind me and, with my back to door (blocking her view of presents in case she came up) I proceed to get wrapping.
Sure enough, about 20 mins later I hear her coming up the stairs, she stopped outside the door and I was laughing to myself thinking she'd be looking at me through key hole but wouldn't be able to see what I was doing. Eventually I can sense her frustration and hear her quietly open the door and her footsteps, slowly trying to creep up behind me.
I finished wrapping the last item and turned around saying" too late! All wrapped up!" And realised that whilst the bedroom door was open, there's no one there andthe hallway lights had gone out.
I was so scared, didn't know whether to stay in the room withthelights on andwith whatever had opened door and crept up on me OR run past it and down two flights of stairs in the pitch black!
The room felt so cold and unpleasant that I run! Later I found out that this was why the uostairswas not used and that her boyfriend had actually felt someone/thing push him down the stairs.
Obviously I didn't go back up there, but it was horrible at night because you'd here footsteps comind DOWN from the attic rooms and passing by your bedroom doors 😱👻
They've moved now thankfully!