I'm not sure where I stand on the believing in ghosts-thing, but weird things have happened to me.
This was when I was still with The Ex, so it must have been somewhere between 2001 and 2005. I seriously do not remember exactly when. Somewhere in the middle, I think.
My dad's girlfriend at the time had a little house in the Ardennes, and The Ex and I went to stay there for a week while she and my dad were staying somewhere else.
Now, we'd stayed there before, but immediately when we went in, I got a weird feeling. Like something was off.
We discovered the back door was open, and snow had blown in. I thought it was probably just that, and tried to shake off the feeling.
A little later, I was taking a bath, and I heard a sound like someone hammering on an anvil, coming from next door. There's an old stable there, which is generally not used, except for storage. I just assumed that maybe a relative of the girlfriend was doing some work in there for some reason.
When I went upstairs to the bedroom to unpack, I felt like I was being watched. I just wrote it off on me being silly. I couldn't seem to get rid of the feeling, though.
Then, the next morning, at five o'clock (I heard the church bells), the hammering started up again. It was really loud, and it sounded like it was coming from downstairs. I tried to wake up The Ex, but he was sleeping soundly. The hammering stopped, then started up again a few minutes later, even louder. I succeeded in waking up The Ex, and he went downstairs to take a look. As soon as he turned on the lights downstairs, the hammering stopped. He didn't see anything, and nothing was out of place. We went back to bed, and nothing more happened.
I told him later in the day about the weird feeling I had, and he told me he'd had it too, ever since he walked in. Now, The Ex isn't easily scared, and he generally doesn't hold with "creepy feelings". Something was definitely off.
The next few nights, nothing happened, but we both felt watched in the house.
Then, the next-to-last morning, at five a.m., the hammering started again. I woke The Ex, and then it stopped. We heard something that sounded like a plastic cup being dragged across the sink, and some footsteps. The Ex went downstairs, and again, the sounds stopped as soon as he turned on the lights. Nothing. No plastic cups anywhere near the sink.
Nothing else happened that week.
I told this to my dad, and he asked around, but no one had been in the old stable that week. No one in the village even had an anvil.
Some months later, he told me the same thing had happened to him and his girlfriend. Weird feelings, hammering sounds, other noises. Everything stopped when he turned on the downstairs lights.
It never happened to The Ex and me again, but it kept happening to my dad every now and then.
I still can't explain it.