This story takes place in Port Perry, Ontario. When I was about nine, we were celebrating my brother's birthday during the fall. We've heard so much about this one pub called The Jesters Court, so we were curious to check it out. When you first walk in, you get a very warm feeling. There's a large fireplace, lots of rooms to choose from, and very good service. We were taken to a little room at the back with many windows to brighten up the space.
As we ordered our food, and received the beverages, I had to use the bathroom. The waitress gestured me to a long set of staircases leading to the second floor. As I was walking up slowly, a cold gust of air flew past me; as well I felt the hairs at the back of my neck stand up. I rushed to the top and noticed no window. I was a little frightened by this, but I tried to forget about it. I walked down a dark hall, and finally saw the bathroom. It was a single bathroom, but luckily no one was in it. I had just walked in, and suddenly the door slammed behind me. I couldn't speak. I was nine, what was I supposed to do? So I quickly used the bathroom, and opened the door. I was surprised by this, I thought whatever closed the door locked me in.
I made a run for it down the stairs, with some other customers giving me weird looks. As I sat down at the table, my family asked what's wrong. I told them what happened. They weren't too sure about this, but my mom asked the waitress if this pub is haunted. Turns out it is. The jester's court used to be a bed and breakfast in the late 1800's, and some guests don't want to leave.