Today I'm again writing about some unusual experiences at my folk's place.
It was during the late 1970's and I was still in my teens. My cousin was staying over to keep me company since my parents were at their cottage for the weekend. After a day of hanging out at the house, watching TV, listening to music and talking about boys, we went to bed. I slept in my room and my cousin slept in another room which is now the office, across the hall.
During the night, I remember waking up a couple of times to the sound of footsteps and water running in the kitchen and bathroom but thought nothing of it.
We awoke the next morning and while making breakfast, I asked my cousin if she had had trouble sleeping since I had heard her up in the night a couple of times. She made a joke about me trying to scare her and laughed it off....but I wasn't laughing. When she realized I was serious, the color drained from her face. She insisted that she had not been up the night before at all and thought it was me she heard walking around and turning the taps on and off.
We talked about that experience for many years after and I know her well enough to know she's telling the truth. She wasn't up during that night and I know I wasn't yet we both heard the footsteps and water. Not only that, she vowed never to sleep there again and to this day, she never has.