Let me tell you a little bit about my self I'm a 30 year old male and I am still very skeptical about ghost/hauntings etc, but can not explain something that happened 4-6 years ago when I was working as a care assistant in a home in Yorkshire.
I worked the night shift for 2 years and didn't feel at all uneasy. One evening when I was doing my checks the female in room 14 pressed her assistance buzzer and I went to assist her, as I opened the door the lady asked who it was and I spoke as I entered to reassure the lady that everything was ok, as I entered I looked at the lady and she was sat on the bed pointing at the corner of the room. "Get him out" the lady said gesturing towards her draws, "who" I asked, "that man in the corner" she said pointing a finger and looking straight to the corner. There was no one there and after sitting and chatting with the lady we both agreed it may have been nothing other than a dream.
I went to the office and checked the lady's file. She was showing the early signs of dementia, and this led me to think very little of the story of the man in the corner and put it down to her illness.
This continued for a while, not every night but maybe 3-4 times a month until the lady was admitted to hospital where she passed away peacefully.
It wasn't long before we got another lady who came to stay in the home and was allocated room 14. She was a remarkable woman of 92 with all her faculties in tact and no sign of dementia, however it wasn't long before she pressed the assistance buzzer and I went to assist her. As I entered the room the lady seemed distressed and was pointing to the corner, "get him out" she cried as I walked into the room I spun round looking for the person that had scared her and couldn't see any body "quick, he's going to hit you" the lady shouted as I walked towards her bed to try and calm her down. The lady would not settle in her room for the rest of the night and she came and sat with me and my colleague in the lounge.
As the morning shift came on we had to hand over the reports from the previous night, I was handing over to an old matron who had worked there for many years and as I came to the incident she smiled and said "oh I bet its harry" I looked puzzled and she explained "he was in that room and had to be moved on following a nasty assault on a member of night staff", he died 2 weeks after his move.
A shiver ran up my spine as I thought about "some one trying to hit me", and never felt the same when ever I was called to room 14.