I used to live in a cottage within a small village. Think it was about 100+ years old, was also originally a workmans cottage. When we moved in I had the most horrible feelings when I went upstairs. My partner worked and used to leave about half past 7 every morning, as soon as he did I used to hear footsteps and what sounded like scratching on the wall. My partner didn’t believe me until he stayed home one day and heard it. After that it got progressively worse, my son started to see things and talk of a man in his bedroom (he was 3 at the time) although he wasn’t scared me and my partner were pretty worried. At one point it sounded like someone was running down the stairs but only halfway, it could get quite loud sometimes. Then even in the evenings when we was downstairs we could hear loud footsteps and twice we heard a baby crying only to find my son fast asleep. We vacated the upstairs and slept in our living room after an incident in bed where my hair was pulled not violently just a little tug on the bottom of my hair but it was enough for me and I was quite worried. Me and my partner are over it now, we moved a year ago.