A few years ago, I was helping a friend rewire a farmhouse in Northampton.
It was all going very well, untill we had to run some wires under a floor, through a cellar that had been sealed off years ago. Now I am not a coward, but I really didn't fancy it, so he dropped into the cellar, and I passed him stuff and dangled a lead lamp through the hole we had opened up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a woman in a blue and white stripey dress in the porch, which was odd, because both the doofs were locked... I told Nigel and he accused me of trying to wind him up, (the very idea...
) but he did finish off the work in the cellar a bit rapid!
Over the next few days, both of us saw her, not in any great detail, just a fleeting glance. until... I was running wires in the master bedroom, and I had to go downstairs for some more stuff. When I came back, the door slammed in front of me. No draughts, all the doors and windows were closed. O.K. I thought, i'll go and work somewhere else for a bit. Later on, I noticed the door was ajar, so I knocked(!) and went in and finished the room off. While Iwas working, I explained to an 'empty' room what we were doing, apologised for all the mess, and promised we would put everything staight when we had finished. I don't know if that helped her or me, but I didn't get shut out of any other rooms...
The next day, I was threading wires on the landing, by the door to the attic, when less than 3 feet away, the dropper on the thumb latch of the attic door lifted, the door opened, and then swung shut again, but the dropper didn't latch properly first time. the latch then lifted again, the door closed and the dropper dropped into place.
I went downstairs and Nigel said that 'she' must like the cleaners, because as they turned up, the room warmed up noticibly. His face was a picture when I told he she must have been in with him, and the room would have warmed up as she went off to hide in the attic....
In all the time I was there, I wasn't in the least bit scared, but I did feel like I was intruding... we both took to talking to her as we would to a 'live' customer, and that really did seem to help. But she never did make us a cup of tea....