When I was a teenager when my parents let this old women stay in our B&B and we were standing outside waiting for her, but when she got here, she seemed a little, off.
She turned our guest room into a filthy dump and she never left the room unless it was time to eat or she had to use the bathroom. So on her last night here, I went into her room to ask her why she was acting the way she was, and that will always be my biggest regret.
She had died. Turns out she was a witch and her little area where she lived burned down. Her ghost, or should i say evil ghost, was coming towards me. From that day forward we always talked to our guest before letting them stay