Ooher, and I forgot, but fcuking ghosts piss me off too. While I was in Sydney, I stayed at the Sydney Travelodge, room 1322 on the 13th floor. Yep, 13th floor, something you don't see in a lot of hotels................
Anyhoo, it was a typical 1970's hotel room, nothing special, but OK. In the wardrobe were two extra pillows that I didn't need, so I didn't touch them. On the bench below the microwave oven, (next to the wardrobe) I had put a bag of chips on Tuesday night, and they stayed there until Thursday evening, when I ate them. There was nothing else on the bench. (it was quite small)
I went to bed on Thursday night, and woke up (as usual) around 2am to get up for a piss. As I walked past the bench, I noticed that the two pillows that had been in the wardrobe all week, were now stacked on top of each other, in the exact spot where the bag of chips had been sitting for the last two days. I hadn't moved them, in fact I didn't even use the wardrobe. I put the pillows back in the wardrobe, and went back to bed.
It was weird, but it didn't get any weirder, and I eventually went back to a fart laden sleep............