When I was 11, I went on a school trip to Le Touquet in France. The hotel we stayed at was pretty ramshackle, but it was on the market square, and the back faced onto the beach, so it wasn't too bad (our room was the only room in the entire hotel that had a shower, toilet, sink and bidet - most only had a sink and bidet).
Well, you know how kids are, and one night I was up in one of the girl's rooms (they were on the floor above) with a couple of other guys and girls. A couple of the girls asked us to stay there because they had heard footsteps in the middle of the night that would stop infront of each door for a few seconds and move on. They seemed quite shaken up by it, and while I reasoned that it was probably either one of the teachers that were on the trip with us making sure that everyone was asleep (or in their own rooms), or that it was someone looking for the toilet on that floor, even at that age I wasn't about to pass up a chance to get cosy for the night under the covers with a girl
So, the night passes without anything remarkable happening, and after reassurances that everything was fine, we made our way back to our own rooms just as it was getting light - before any teachers would be up making sure we were in our own rooms.
I had just gotten back to my room (I was the last to get to my room as ours was at the other end of the hotel) and shut the door behind me when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I knew right away that it wasn't one of the teachers, as they were a little heavier and seemed to slightly scuff on the carpet. I waited until they had passed my room when I opened the door a crack and saw a ball of light about the size of a football moving down the hall about chest-height, away from my door, toward the stairs.
I closed the door and noticed that I wasn't breathing. Trying not to make any sound, I moved as quickly as I could over to the bed and sat down staring at the door. I don't know how long passed, but I almost jumped out of my skin when there was a knock on the door - I think I may have even let out a yelp. Then I heard a knock being made on the next door and a teacher's voice telling us to get up.
The whole rest of the day, I couldn't go back into the hotel. Some of us met some locals, stayed out all night and slept on the beach. We went back to the hotel just as it was getting light, and as soon as we entered, I just got this really heavy feeling. Luckily, my room was the first room we got to. I crawled into bed fully clothed and fell asleep.
When the teacher woke us up in the morning, I went to get changed and noticed that my shoes were not on my feet, but were clear across the room - toes on the floor, and heels up on the door, side by side. They were also still tied (they were quite complicated boots that you could not slip on and off - hey, it was the 80's!).
I was really shaken by this, and later that day one of the girls said that she had got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and when she was in there, she heard the footsteps going down the hallway, and was so scared that she spent the night there.
That night, I was really tired and spent the evening in the room. When my room-mate came in, he went to bed and fell straight asleep. I couldn't sleep, and constantly found myself staring at the door. Eventually, I must have fallen asleep because I snapped-to with a start that woke up my room-mate enough to tell me to shut up before he rolled over and went back to sleep.
Right then, I heard the footsteps, coming from the same direction as before. I was now terrified, absolutely terrified. They stopped for a few seconds at the door before ours, then started towards us. Then they stopped right in front of our door. I was actually dizzy with fear - I can still remember it as I type this. The silence lasted for what seemed like minutes, but was probably only seconds.
It didn't exactly sound like banging on the door with a fist, more like a flat palm - not hard enough that someone in another room would have heard it, it didn't even wake my room-mate, but hard enough that I knew it was there - I started crying - I don't think I made a sound, but there were tears running down my face. I don't think I've experienced fear like this ever since - then another few seconds of silence, the the same scuffed footsteps away from the door.
I don't know how long it went on for, but I noticed that it was now bright daylight outside and in the room. My room-mate woke up, took one look at me and asked what the hell was up with me - I told him, he laughed and told me that it was probably just one of the teachers getting us up - he went into the bathroom to take a shower, when the now-familiar bang on the door and call for us to get up from the teacher sounded from the corridor.
I was so badly shaken that I couldn't face going down to breakfast with everyone else, so I went across to the beach and sat on the sea-wall. A few of the others came across after breakfast and found me in floods of tears, shaking. I told them what had been happening, and this started off a few of the girls crying in hysterics. Thankfully we only had a couple more nights there, and I spent them in one of the girls' rooms upstairs.
Nothing else happened the rest of the time we were there. I'm not sure why it had so much effect on me, as I had seen and heard things countless time before (and I've posted some of those here too). Maybe it was because I was so young and far way from home.
A few years later, I saw the original version of 'The Haunting', and it scared me like very few films ever have, because when similar things happened in the movie, it took me right back to that time. It remains one of my all-time favourite films, and when I showed it to my wife for the first time, I told her this story afterward and she gave me a little hug (patronising bitch!
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