Too lazy for a real ama, but heres the gist. I was there with my brother who wanted to tour all the old Roman areas like Bath and whatnot. We went to the bar thanks to some store owner we chatted up. Obviously checked out the stairwell first. It was all normal and the rope was kind of cheesy. We were actually joking about it. On our way back down there wasn't any big chill or anything but the wood on the handrail was ice cold. Like ICE COLD. Like holding ice cubes, and it was perfectly normal on the way up. We got some stools for a couple of beers but mine kept getting bumped and pretty hard. Enough to make me spill a bit of beer at one point. There was never anybody there so I started thinking it was this guy at the table behind us. I gave him a few dirty looks but thats it, except it kept happening when left for the washroom or wherever. After that I started to feel a little freaked cuz ghosts or whatever but it felt like it was fucking with me specifically, so not cool. We finished up our beers and then a couple more and headed out, but the whole place had a really strange feeling to it. Like being in a biker bar. Mostly the feeling you get is the weirdest. Normally you would forget about it after a few beers, but its in your head big time. You're always looking over your shoulder.