This experience happened mainly to my mother on a family holiday in 2007. I am the oldest of four children and my mother and father took us on holiday to a small seaside town in the UK called "Old Hunstanton."
We stayed in a small cottage for a week and the cottage was the ultimate creepy cottage. At the time I was only 12 but I remember thinking how creepy the cottage looked. I researched the area afterwards and discovered the cottage was over a century old.
The things my mother experienced happened only at night time and she told us afterwards during the day she felt completely fine but as night fell she always felt uneasy and as if she was being watched.
She told us that when all us kids were in bed and it was just her and my dad watching TV in the living room, there was always a really pungent musty smell but only she could smell it and my dad said he couldn't smell anything. However, both my mother and father noted that during the evenings it was unusually cold in there. Now the UK isn't one of the warmest countries in the world but we had got lucky during that week and the weather was actually very good so the cold was quite strange.
Whilst the main experience happened to my mother (which I will get to soon) I did have a small experience myself. I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee, my bedroom was directly opposite the toilet and the corridor was quite long. I got out of bed and opened my door and started down the corridor when all of a sudden I stopped dead. To this day I have no idea why I stopped but I felt terrified as if something was in the corridor with me so I turned back and hid under my quilt until day time and didn't go to the loo until the morning.
The main experience my mother had is as follows. One night her and my dad were in bed when my mum says she heard footsteps in the corridor and the bedroom door open. My mum said the footsteps were not heavy and they were quite light so she thought it was my small brother who at the time was only 3. She assumed he had a bad dream and had came into her room; however, when she opened her eyes there was no one there.
The next night she said the same thing happened again but this time there was a voice with it. She said the voice said something along the lines of, "Mummy is that you?" and it sounded like a small boy. My mum told us this happened two other nights during the holiday and she refused to go to bed without my dad and she didn't tell us kids until after the holiday so we wouldn't get scared. Also my dad said he never heard anything so I wondered if this was a spirit of a small boy looking for his mother which is a sad thought.
Also for the whole holiday my three year old brother refused to go in the dining room for the evening meal. He was fine at breakfast and lunch but he just cried his eyes out in the evening and refused to go in there.
Finally there was one occasion where we had to go to the supermarket to get food but, like a typical 12 year old, I was moaning that I was going to miss a TV show so my mum said if I wanted I could stay on my own. I don't know why but something made me decide staying on my own was a bad idea so I missed my show and went to the shops with the family instead, which in hindsight I am so glad I did!
This is my only paranormal experience but I am fascinated by everyone's stories and all comments are welcome. Sorry it's a bit long winded!