My father in law always tells a story about staying in a pub called the Black Bull. Think it is in Yorkshire somewhere. Was around the 60's I think. He was on the batter, and needed a place to stay, and that's where he ended up. Well at some stage during the night, he was awoken by a strange feeling that someone was standing over him. He lept up and hit the light switch, and no-one there. Got back into bed, and same thing happened again. Ended up staying awake all night, with the lights on. As soon as it started getting bright, he pulled the curtains, and looked out the window. Feckin graveyar