I've never really had anything 'spooky' happen to me, but my gran has.

It was just after they were married, and she was abroad on her honeymoon with my grandfather and they were staying at some old hotel. Being young, they were more than pleased when an old porter offered to show them around and look after them. She said he was the nicest guy you could ever talk to, really friendly, happy to carry or fetch anything. At the end of the holiday, she begged him for a photograph, as she considered him a friend (and she takes pictures of bloody everything). He insisted he didn't want one taken. My gran took some anyway, much to his protests.

The day they left, my gran decided to help their friend and found the hotel manager. She then proceeded to tell him what a thoughtful, helpful, and important member of their staff she thought the porter was. The manager looked at her for a while, and pointed out there was no one of his description working for them. All their porters were young, and, with all due respect ma'am, they certainly wouldn't be allowed to go fussing around helping two individual guests when there was a busy hotel to run.

Determined to prove her point that they did have a guy like that working for them, as soon as they were back in England, my gran got her photos developed. Only, the ones she took of the old porter guy were simply pictures of the walls, the bed, every jaunty background angle you could imagine. But no porter.

So either it was a ghost, or some tramp who was secretly working for the hotel and was good at dodging pictures.
( Pineapplez, Mon 24 Apr 2006, 12:36, Reply)