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I don't really remember it at the time, but recall stories from my family.
We were staying in a château in France. It was me, my brother, my mom and dad, my auntie and my grandparents.
The château was basically like a small old dilapidated mansion with central heating and a couple rugs here and there to keep it livable. Pretty cool experience at the time :D
Got a couple stories. Bit mild but still spooky to think about.
One from my aunt. She was staying in a bedroom that had a framed painting of a child at the foot of her bed and a desk with a chair in the corner. Apparently, she woke up in the middle of the night and saw a figure of a child sitting in the desk chair. When she tried turning a bedside lamp on, I think right as she reached for it, she saw the figure turn around, but when the light was on it wasn't in the room. She kept the bedside lamp on for the rest of the nights we stayed there, understandably >~<
Another one from my mother. needs some context, me and my brother were young enough at the time that we still needed help going to the toilet and stuff. According to my mother, she was helping my brother go to the toilet and waiting outside of the bathroom in the middle of the night, then heard footsteps behind her running across the hall. She turned around and saw a small figure, thought it was me and didn't think anything of it. But when she got back to my and my brother's room, I was completely asleep. I never got up in the nights we stayed there from what I remember. Maybe it was me sleepwalking or something. or maybe related to the thing with my aunt.
scary stuff to think about, but pretty mild stuff overall :D