I was the world's biggest skeptic until I lived in an old hotel more than 100 years old.

I was in my bedroom with a mate on a sunny afternoon, when I was around 19 years old. We heard footsteps upstairs, walking up the passageway- as plain as day. Shot out & could immediately see the only open door- the whole building was deadlocked otherwise, with bars on the windows.

We flew up the stairs determined to catch the intruder- there was no one there.

I had a room upstairs afterwards, once or twice I heard footsteps going up the passageway at night. They stopped outside the door of my room, then moved away. Upon opening the door, there was no one there.

I only stayed there a few weeks at a time, it was owned by my parents, but since then I've sure been a believer.

Tojo