As I mentioned in another story, I once did a co-op at a historical site. This tale is about a house on that site. It was an original house built there. Basically it was like a barn. You go up the steps to the front door and inside is a big space with a bigger loft/floor upstairs. This happened a long time ago. I cannot remember if there were two sets of stairs up to the open second floor or just one. Either way, I will get on to the story.
I would go into the house to relieve the worker there for a break. I had opportunities to use the spindle and make some yarn. That was pretty much it to do for me other than dust, turn the flax outside or scrub the giant cauldron (again outside).
This particular day I came in, did the usual chit-chat with the worker before she left, and got to work looking around! As in every place I went, I would try to experience as much as I could in the building (i.e. Touching the artifacts, looking around and just imagining what life was really like back then.) While doing this I heard footsteps on the second floor. So like any people person with no projects on the go would do; I went up to say hello! Well I got up there and no one was there. Shrugged my shoulders and went ok I guess I just missed them. (Which makes me think there were two staircases then) I went back downstairs. And again I heard footsteps walking across upstairs. I looked up at the ceiling and thought "Now isn't that funny I missed them going down and another going up!" I proceeded to go up the stairs once more. I made sure to listen to the footsteps as I was going up this time. By the time I got to the top no one was there. As I came down the stairs the other woman was there. I asked her if anyone had just left and she said "NO."
I thought that was weird at the time but just brushed it off. Similar events would often happen in that house. I was just glad that I was only there by myself for a few minutes at a time.