Old Beryl

I stayed in this really old hotel near Ely for work a couple of years ago, out in the English countryside. It had a thatched roof and everything.

I was heading back to my room one night, walking down this dim hallway, when something yanked really hard on my backpack. It was so forceful I landed on my bum, heart pounding. In jumped up ready to yell for help and escape whoever was after me - but the corridor was completely empty. And, really cold.

I legged it down to my room and had the worst night’s sleep of my life.

Next morning, I told the staff. The woman behind the desk didn’t even blink. “Oh, that’s just Old Beryl,” she said. “Used to run the place. Bit of a terror. Loves scaring the guests.”

Needless to say, I didn’t stay there again.

Aislinn, Bangor