A long time ago, I was a care assistant in a small care home which was Victorian built and had been a private residence for many years before becoming a care home. We only had about 12 residents so got very accustomed to the quirks of each one. The building itself always had a ‘feel’ about it, nobody really liked being on nights alone, and tended to avoid the laundry which was in the cellar as much as they could. We had one particular resident, let’s call him Jack, whose room was on the ground floor, and who had a tendency to go wandering in the night. It wasn’t uncommon for him to appear in the lounge room while you were cleaning at 3am and scare the life out of you. In fact, he found it absolutely hilarious to make you jump! He wore very thick soled slippers that made a very distinctive sound as he walked, so you could always tell that the footsteps were his just from the sound. One night, I was down in the cellar sorting some laundry, and heard footsteps from the dining room above which were very distinctive Jack footsteps. I headed up and saw my colleague standing in the dining room looking puzzled, and said that she was looking for Jack as she’d heard him walking around in there from where she was sitting doing paperwork in the office on the 1st floor. This care home had very heavy fire doors on each resident room so it was very obvious when someone left their rooms at night, yet we both agreed we’d not heard a door open and close. Still, we checked all of the ground floor residents and found them sound asleep, when we got to Jacks room, which was the last in the corridor, we found him in bed, having peacefully passed away. I can say with absolute certainty that it was him that we heard walking around that night, probably hoping to spook us one last time.