The Farmhouse

My partner and I were staying in a converted farmhouse for the weekend in the middle of nowhere, no neighbours, just fields and fog. Lovely place, but a bit too eerie at night.

Around 2am, we heard giggling in the hallway, childlike laughter. Thing is, we knew there were no kids staying there. It was just us and two other couples we’d been chatting to in the lounge.

We opened the door to check, but the corridor was empty. No footsteps, no doors closing, nothing. We closed the door and the giggling started again, right outside our door. We couldn’t muster the courage to open the door again.

Unsurprisingly, we didn’t sleep much after that.

Sean, Edinburgh