Did I mention this before or post here about it? If so, might have been many years ago.
In the summer and autumn of 1988, I was making ends meet by working in a pair of interlinked restaurants in Norwich, on Pottergate in the old city centre: I've just looked on Google Street View to refresh my memory. The ground floor was a pizzeria, the level above served filled sweet and savoury pancakes. The establishment was built around a "mews" entrance to what would have been a larger residential property behind; this has now been split into smaller dwellings and flats and the whole would date back to the late 1700's. Anyone around Norwich in the 1980's and 1990's would have known it as Bagley's Barn, owned by the Dennis family; singer and songwriter Cathy Dennis was a daughter of the owners and knowing her at this time - really nice girl - was one of my few claims to peripheral fame. (they no longer own the site and things are in different usage now).
Anyway. One late Friday night in September 1988 after end of service. I was frankly exhausted and in an ASC after a long hard day in the kitchens doing both lunch and evening service. (It is also possible that my head was still fragile because of problems going on at the time, which I've described elsewhere) it was getting on for one in the morning, there was one more job I had to do in the upstairs of the building above both premises on the top floor used for storage: there was a further set of stairs leading up to the attic floor, but this was disused for our purposes and there was no need to go up there.
That night I saw somebody going up the stairs to the attic - a male figure, wearing some sort of head covering, possibly a hat of some sort, and one of those coats with what looks like an extra layer hanging down from the shoulders and collar; not un-known today, but looks vaguely archaic and "throwback" now. This was worn over baggy trousers and boots, all in dark material, and the person going up the stairs had their back to me. The coat they were wearing might have looked like the one in the illustration (this one is actually from 1860) with that upper fold-down part continued to the rear.
This was apparently the only way up and down. I recall just before the top landing, the staircase turned to the right and at this point anyone ascending it would have not been visible from where I was standing below, There was a landing and a single usually locked door at the top; when the person who I'd glimpsed going up the stairs did not come down again, I went up. Nothing there, door still locked, no alternative way around, nowhere for a person to conceal themselves, no overhead access to the roof - but I'd definitely seen somebody come up. I'd also heard my own feet making noise on bare wooden treads - the other person had been totally silent. I was getting a feeling this was out of the ordinary. You know, I didn't dream of telling anybody about this? Just wanted to get home and go to sleep. Later on I did get that there was talk of the building (on Pottergate) being haunted.
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The location for the possible haunting - directly above the mews entrance in between second floor and attic