This happened six or eight weeks ago. As someone who has had no reason to believe in ghosts, I will share a little shaker.
This winter season, my boyfriend and I are working in an old chalet in a French mountain village. We live with another guy who also worked in the chalet last year. He told us that two separate guests (on different weeks, staying in bedrooms on the ground floor) reported seeing a ‘ghost’ standing at the end of their bed. One said they saw the ghost (apparently a girl) turn and walk through the wall.
My boyfriend and I shrugged this off – I figured that seeing a figure at the end of your bed has got to be one of those common half-sleep delusions and that if I bothered to google it, there’d be a ton of explanations..
The chalet is a little gloomy and rustic in places, with some interesting features in the downstairs bedrooms – such as an ornate clock built into the wall; a bricked up fireplace; a slate-floored corridor with a medieval-looking slate trapdoor etc. All things that point to it simply being pretty old and a little quirky.
We’re 3 months into the season and had pretty much forgotten about this supposed haunting, having not heard anything from our guests, until yesterday.
I was standing around with our guests waiting for their airport transfer to arrive when one guy asks how old the chalet is. Having no idea, I said that as they were leaving today, I didn’t mind telling him that the place is supposedly haunted – and before I could snicker and roll my eyes, the other guests in the hall way gasped and started telling me that Gaz, (who was staying in the bedroom upstairs) saw ‘someone’ standing over Natalie’s bed in the middle of the night. He’d pulled out his phone light to see who it was and when he shone it into the room, there was nothing there.
The bedroom upstairs has 4 single beds and the four of them staying up there had spent the morning investigating the angles and mirrors in the room, trying to see if anything could have tricked him. They’d all concluded that from where he was lying, there was an uninterrupted view of Natalie’s bed and no mirrors in sight.
So three separate incidents of this being reported – but the third from a different perspective!
…and having just written that, I’ve just realized that Natalie, sleeping below the figure’s gaze would have been oblivious to it’s presence had Gaz not woken up and seen it. How frequently does this happen!? My boyfriend and I live on the floor above this room…
About 4 weeks ago, my boyfriend asked me if I’d heard anything weird at around 4am, as he’d heard something coming up the stairs to our staff area (wide carpeted slat-like stairs which layout-wise, are directly behind the head of our bed). He heard something padding around outside our bedroom door, then quickly head back down the stairs to the first level and finally down the distinctively creaky wooden stairs to the ground level. This creeped me out, as no other staff were staying upstairs (driver had quit job), however we’d just had our last change of guests – 3 families with five excitable under 11s with them..so we began to convince ourselves that as this was the first night, it’s possible that one of the kids got confused in the night…though this is quite a stretch.
A week later after these guests had left and the first night the chalet was completely empty besides us, my boyfriend wakes me up at 4am with the words ‘can you hear that..’ and I fucking could. The sound of small fast moving feet – like a child’s, on the stairs right behind our heads. We heard it go down the stairs and disappear. At this point my boyfriend had stood up to go to our locked door…and instead I convinced him to shut the window (to quiet the sound of the river) so that we could hear anything else. He was sure there was someone in the chalet (having walked in on a burglar himself) but through that extremely thin wall, right behind our heads, it hadn’t sounded like an adult intent on robbing the chalet.
Weirdest next few hours of sleep; waking up, talking. He became convinced it was someone in the apartment that was sandwiched below our staff area and the ground floor guest rooms, which I allowed him to believe until the sweet light of morning when I told him that the shutters had been shut (and still were) for well over a week and no cars had been in the spaces.
Still have no idea what we heard. I know what it sounded like, and that we both heard it. Unmistakably – though we tried to kid ourselves – something was there.
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