I think I would shit myself if I saw someone sleepwalking.
There's nothing ghostly about this tiny anecdote, but it felt slightly creepy at the time. This is a house where I spent many dark nights being terrified of ghosts, monsters and aliens that I knew weren't there, never saw or 'felt', and never heard any "it happened to me" stories about. Nonetheless, the idea of them lurking at the far end of the hall or in the garden looking in through the windows, or ready to grab my ankles as I jumped into bed terrified me.
Anyway, as I've mentioned, my dad died on his bed in that house, and as I was clearing stuff out of the place one evening, it came to switching on the light in his bedroom. Which, of course, fliiiiickeeereeed. Thankfully I recalled that the wiring in that fitting had been dodgy for a couple of years or I swear I'd have outright legged it out of the house, instead of just getting what I wanted and locking up petrified, but calmly.
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