My boyfriend and I decided to go away for a few days camping. This was back in August of 2009. We live at the foot of Loch Lomond, Scotland, and decided that our first stop should be Mallaig, further north. From there we planned to travel to the Isle of Skye. We arrived midday Friday to a torrential storm. Camping was completely out of the question, so we started looking for a Hotel. Apparently, though, everyone else in the camp-site had similar ideas and we struggled to find a room anywhere. Eventually we got a twin room in 'The West Highland Hotel' which sat above the bay. Our room was situated in a lodge behind the hotel.
Having tramped around the whole town for hours looking for somewhere to stay, we decided to have an early night. We ordered some food and then went to bed. I'm a light sleeper, and at 3.05am I woke up to the sound of our door opening. The room was dark, but the curtains had been left open so enough light spilled in from outside for me to see clearly. A man stood at the end of my bed. I froze. I thought a member of staff had entered our room with the intentions of stealing from us. It had to be a member of staff because I specifically remembered locking the door when the food arrived, and staff members could easily get a hold of some keys. The figure at the end of my bed walked over to the window, which gave me an even clearer picture of him. He was wearing a dark hooded cloak, and when he was facing the window he pulled the hood up over his head, and then turned his head to look right at me. This was when I managed to snap out of my spell and I got the bedside lamp on. Of course, when light flooded the room I realized that there was no-one there. I started crying which woke my boyfriend up. I was absolutely petrified. This had been my first experience of anything sinister, and it still scares me to think about it.
In the morning I asked the receptionist if they had ever had any ghost reports. She said that they had had loads, all coming from the third floor. A man and lady had been spotted many times wearing kilts and black cloaks. I couldn't say for certain whether or not the man in my room had been wearing a kilt, but the reference to the coat was all I needed to be certain that I hadn't imagined it. This had been the only sighting of these characters to happen anywhere other than the third floor. To this day I ask "Why me? Why did he leave the third floor to pay ME a visit?"