Back when i lived in Ethiopia, the weekend I turned 11, I went to a lake resort place with my mom and my (then 20 year old) cousin..so we stayed at an old hotel, built when the emperor was still around
So then, the creepy stuff happens (I was asleep through all of it and this is my cousins account of it)
We stayed in a bungalow, so there was a hallway with doors on either side..my cousin slept in the room opposite my mom and I
So my cousin says he falls asleep and he wakes up in the middle of the night and sees a young lady at his door..in his half asleep state, he mumbled "who are you"..she doesn't answer..he asks her what she's doing and again she doesn't answer, just staring at him
So the girl starts turning away and closing the door..my cousin jumps from his bed and throws the door open..at the same moment he opened his door, my mom opened hers, and the hallway was empty
So my cousin and my mom just stare at each other and my mom says "a girl came into mine and SekouNyerere's room and turned on the lights and just stood there"
The next morning, I woke up to hear my mom arguing with my cousin..my cousin was hysterical, sayin that the girl was a demon, while my mom, more rational, was saying that it was probably a girl who got drunk and was looking for her boyfriend or something..
So I got filled in on what I had missed and that day, I'm wandering around the beach an see my cousin talking to a young man who I presumed worked at the hotel..I go up to them and the young man is talking about how "these kinds of things" are known to happen at that hotel..he said that at one point, some guy disappeared for several months and resurfaced in a village near the lake suffering from amnesia
8 years later, I recently asked both my mom and my cousin about it..I don't think they were messing with me, although my mom maintains that it probably wasn't a ghost/demon
My cousin thinks that the "girl" was at both his and mine and my moms doors simultaneously, hence him opening the door at the same the same time as my mom..
I think I should add that the door to our bungalow was locked (according to my mom and cousin)
The hotel was called Bekele Molla (I think it closed recently) and it was on Lake Langano, for anyone interested
