That said, have to share mine! I lived in Cripple Creek, CO back in the '80s for a bit. It was one of those gold rush mining towns gone bust. My very first job was at this ice cream parlor on the bottom floor of an old hotel, the Sarsaparilla Saloon. They were renovating the hotel part so it was full of junk, basically. They sent me up there to get some TP for the bathrooms. Of COURSE it was summer and a nice thunderstorm was brewing. So I go up there all by myself and at the END of the hall was the TP. Grab as many as I can carry and start heading back. Then I hear high heal footsteps behind me. Thought it was one of the other workers so I turned around. No one there, footsteps stopped. All my hairs stood on end and I raced down the hall, flew down the stairs and my stack of toilet paper went all over the place.
I read in some book somewhere that there is a long history of hauntings in that hotel. I get chills thinking about it...brrrrrr
Luckily, there has been a near (but not absolute) standstill in this regard ever since my marriage almost 10 years ago. Not sure if it is a causation or correlation, but I'm not complaining.