This is probably the only spooky thing that has happened to me (so far!): a couple months ago I was traveling for work and staying in a hotel. The room had a balcony but I tried the sliding door when I first got there, and it would not budge, even though I checked I had unlatched it properly. It was just plain stuck so I relatched it and gave up on my dream of balcony coffee mornings for the week. The night before I left, I was sitting in bed reading on my tablet and I saw something moving out of the corner of my eye. I looked up to see the sliding door opening entirely of its own accord. There was nobody on the balcony, there was no earthquake that had jostled it loose, there had been no housekeeping during my stay to open it, it wasn’t an electronic lock, I had no explanation! So I got up and closed the door and tried opening it again. Stuck?! I am not a ghosts person but even I was like…that is some ghost nonsense, I would totally do this if I was a ghost.

As a child, I woke up once to see my plushies and figures on top of my shelf facing the opposite direction they were before I’d gone to bed. Rather than facing towards my window, they were turned towards the wall. I simply can’t come up with an explanation that makes sense to me. I obviously didn’t do it myself. Nobody in my family would care to do such a prank. It was a very high shelf; you’d have to climb up on my bed to be able to easily reach the top. And I’m pretty sure, between my loud-arse door and the night light from the corridor being in my face and me generally being a light sleeper, I would’ve woken up if someone did enter and especially put a foot on my bed to reach the top of the shelf.