Many years ago, when I was a lot younger, we (my family and I) used to go on a trip every year, and stay on a hotel for one or two nights. I loved these trips, and I was always very excited, but it’s one hotel I just never forget...
We were in a small hotel far away from home. I didn't really like it there, but I tried to have a great time there as well. It was a playroom there, for children. We got a room almost next to the playroom, which was right behind the corner. I and my brother loved to play in this playroom. We brought toys, and play with them in the playroom, and had a great time.
It was the day before we went home, that it happened. We were packing or bags, when I couldn't find my toy phone. I was looking everywhere. So, I went to the playroom to see if it was there. I ran past the corner, and into the playroom. I found the toy phone, and start walking back to the hotel room. Then I heard steps on the other side of the corner. I didn't really care, because it's really no big deal to hear steps in a hotel, that's pretty usual. But when I past the corner, it was different. I heard the steps, but i couldn't see anyone. I kept walking, but the steps came closer and closer to me, and I start walking faster. The steps past me, and I start running against the door. When the steps disappeared, I just stopped, and stared the same way the steps went. I couldn't hear them anymore. I was standing there, thinking... thought about what I just saw. Did I really see a ghost? Then the fear came back, and I went crazy about knocking on the door, which was locked.
"Open the door, open the door!" I screamed. Finally, my mum opened the door, and I threw myself into her arms. "Mum, I want to go home!" I screamed.
The rest of the day on the hotel, I spend crying, and staring in the roof. My mum said I was all white in my face, but I didn't care. It's weird that someone can get that frighten just because of something like this. But to actually see a ghost, or know it is there... it's a really special feeling, than you just can't describe. When you tell someone about things like this, they just don't understand that it really can be that scary... You have to experience it yourself to know what it's like.
And i tell you, this is a true story. Even though it's a long time ago, I am sure it happened. My mum also remembers the day I was so pale and crying in the hotel. I never told her why, because every time she asked, I just got this empty face, and she didn't get an answer. But I know it happened, and I also know I will never forget it.