True creepy storys

>>18763297
I don't like that series, tublr loves it

For a bit of background, grandparents owned a pub until fairly recently, a really old pub of local historical importance (our national poet stayed in it a while and wrote a poem about it and I think now it belongs to the Robert Burns Society or conservation society idk) and ran it as a cute little Burns-themed gastro for most of my childhood, they lived in a little flat over the establishment and I got free restaurant food and cans of coke etc whenever I wanted whenever I stayed with them and stuff. Anyway, the old building has been through a lot, it's over 300 years old (maybe more like 400 I don't quite know) and in that time it's switched between being a pub and a brothel, and most of the staff have ghost stories to tell about it, my mum claimed to hear cow bells in the night and stuff (neighbouring street is called The Cowgate and aptly used to be a cow gate) we've even had a couple ghost enthusiasts up with equipment but idk I think that shit's stupid.

Anyway, here's the one brush with the paranormal I've ever had:

>be young teens, 14-ish
>staying with grandparents
>it's 2am, grandparents are asleep, I'm up using their internet
>get thirsty, no cans left in flat, decide to head downstairs and take a couple from the bar
>5mins later I'm down behind the bar
>hear somebody come downstairs
>grandpa
>"lol anon did u know you set the burglar alarm off"
>"ohshisorry"
>grandpa is a chill old guy so just laughs and pushes buttons on the wall
>takes can for himself and starts talking to me about Egypt cuz I have a family holiday coming up
>he's standing with his back to the door, I'm facing it
>hallway door (just before door of the actual bar, which is wide open) slowly opens
>this door is a heavy but fully mechanical swing-door and usually creaks like all hell, you need to put force on it (if hands aren't free- like if you have plates or whatever, you have to use hips or back and put some effort in, it could not be moved by a breeze or anything)
>will cont

>>18764336

>door is also not electrical in any way so it couldn't be any electrical phenomenon
>all the same the door is opening, silently (despite usually creaking) and there's nobody there
>grandpa blithely still talking about Egypt, no idea what's happening
>manage to point and tell him to look
>he turns just as it's closing, but stops talking, watches it close silently
>turns to me laughing after it closes and spends the next good while talking about ghosts with me
>actually a pretty good memory

Pub is Poosie Nancies Inn in Ayrshire, Scotland if anyone's interested.