I was helping my friend with a photo project, he had to take some “supernatural shots” where we would have to go somewhere old like the woods or abandoned buildings and edit them. We decided to go to this old toy store nearby my house and take the pictures there. I knew the woman who owned it, she was pretty nice, but to other people she was creepy. She let us in to take the pictures and she left to go and pack boxes. I was helping him with his camera when we heard some thumping, than one of the toys turned on. It was a baby doll that talked and cried, but it’s sound box was messed up so it sounded demonic. We thought it was just the old woman who pressed it by accident, so we brushed it off. As he was taking the pictures I was looking around the store and saw that the old lady had left, so I looked outside but her car was still there. ‘Probably out in the back getting more boxes’ I thought. My friend was going to the storage room and I heard him scream. I ran to him and saw that the old lady had been having a heart attack so I called an ambulance right away. Sadly she passed away before she got to the hospital. My friend told me he left the camera at the store so I went with him to get it, and we saw a flash. The camera had taken a picture so we want to look at it. We saw a white figure that looked like an old man standing in the doorway. Then the camera was knocked over. We never went back.
About two years ago, the family and I went to the mountains to spend the weekend. It was a small little fishing-centric town. There was a bed n’ breakfast inn that we stayed at. That night I couldn’t sleep in the room although the rest of my family was sound asleep. I just kept feeling something was out of place, like I was being watched. So I continued to lay down and all of a sudden the left side of my body, my hairs stood up and I got the goosebumps. I felt someone or something was there. I literally jumped and was was scared shitless. I’ve never really believed in supernatural entities but that night made me a believer. I felt I was being watched, someone was there with me. I did not sleep at all that entire night.
Once morning came, we went to breakfast. I was talking with the family about my experiences that night. The owners wife who was serving breakfast asked how we all slept, and I told her my experience. She said that over 100 or so years ago there was a fire and a young girl was trapped in the bedroom and died. Previous guests also had noted similar experiences as mine. I simply said jokingly “Oh, well thanks for informing me of this before we rented.” Back to the room we were packing and I looked at the stay log and noticed many people have experienced the same thing. They left the room to grab a bite to eat, came back and all their stuff was organized, etc.