AMANDA WAS THE WORST WAITRESS EVER .
just saying.

I’ve stayed at the Buxton twice with my family, both times around the Christmas holidays, and we all love it there! Things have happened on both occasions, and to more than one member of my family. The most reccent visit wasn’t as eventful, but that may be because we were staying in the house adjacent to the main house. We were in the ‘Children’s Room’ on the second floor, and I was getting eerie feelings from the bathroom and bed next to the door leading to the ballcony enterance all night. As I was asleep on the floor the next morning, my younger brother stepped over my body to turn on the TV, and as he did, a lamp on the table next to the wall flicked on by it’s own accord…odd, considering it was the type of lamp you have to twist to turn on. Later, my family went down to get breakfast, but since I was so tired, I decided to stay in the room and sleep on the bigger bed. Bad idea. Shortly after they had left, I was woken by the sound of someone walking from the door that led to the ballcony enterance towards the head of the bed I was sleeping in. I distinctly heard a breathing sound, and out of fear, laid completely still and pretended that I was asleep. I header a low chuckle, and then the ‘whatever’ turned towards the bathroom and walked into it. I heard the breathing turn in that direction, and listened as the footsteps continued to the small ‘punishment cupboard’ next to the toilet. I didn’t hear anything else after that.
On our first trip, we stayed in Room 9, more commonly known as ‘Bonnie’s Room’. Walking through the room, I was taking photos as random, and later discovered in a picture of the vanity table, a woman’s figure in the mirror. The figure was shaded blue, and looked as though it was wearing a hat. She was not smiling, and looked to be in her late forties. After examining the room, I realized that there was no way a reflection could have mistakenly be the source of the image, and no one was in the room when I took the picture, myself included, as I was standing in the doorway in an angle to where my reflection was not in the mirror.
Later, while everyone was asleep, my mother got up to use the bathroom. She left the door open, as we had left the light on to see, and had just sat down on the toilet when the door began to close on it’s own. She watched it move until it was almost completely closed, at which point she said ‘I don’t like that!’ and the door flung back open. At first, she thought it was one of us playing a trick on her, until she realized we were all dead asleep. She also noticed that, just as it was when we had gone to bed, the door was still propped open with one of my father’s dress shoes.
Once more, after coming back upstairs from dinner, I decided to walk around and try to get something on camera. Walking past the second floor ballroom, I heard my name called very clearly. I turned around, thinking someone would be standing in the doorway, and realized that the lights were out and no one was inside.

so who’s ghost was it?