My last cottage was definitely odd.

The thing is, you can have experiences yourself that you dismiss - it's when other people have them that you begin to give them some credibility.

There was the time the door slammed downstairs and someone came running up the stairs hell for leather - but there was no one there. There was the man's voice humming in the sitting room, and the little cat I saw cleaning itself on one of the chairs (we don't have a cat - one of my friends saw it again at a later date), and the old woman walking from the kitchen to the sitting room that was seen by my father-in-law and one of my friends (separate occasions) - and the time I got home to find my babysitter absolutely terrified, telling me she'd been hearing people walking around in my bedroom, opening and closing drawers, and soemone had opened my daughter's bedroom door, waking her up...

When I walked in that night, the babysitter said to me, "You are not going to BELIEVE what's been going on in this house tonight." And from the look on her face, I said, "Oh, I think I will..." Needless to say, she never babysat again.