Yesterday I had to do an inside and out window clean on an old manor house that had just been refurbished. The place was empty of furniture and seemed larger because of it. The owners had paid for the work upfront and had me collect the key from an old lady living a couple of miles away. This place is really out in the sticks. The outside clean was uneventful, but inside was very different. I was in the kitchen and heard someone call out. Thinking I was alone I thought I'd better go see. Found no one. Upstairs I heard heavy footsteps in the corridor outside a bedroom I was in. I swung the door open and the corridor is empty. Every now and then a door would bang elsewhere in the building. When I was locking up and getting ready to leave I heard children laughing and playing, So went to take a look but the gardens are overgrown and full of building rubble. No where to play. I don't scare easily. I've searched many old houses alone, sometimes at night if necessary, but I was glad to be handing those keys back. I didn't have the courage to mention any of this to the old lady though.