My mother's story concerns an old farmhouse in Dent Dale, UK. My mother was ironing late one evening; she was helping her brother and sister-in-law who occupied the house at this time.
She recalls experiencing chills and feeling uncomfortable. Behind her was a door which opened on its own accord. Once this had led outside but the aperture had been walled up because the door would not remain locked.
The door had opened by itself. Unsettled but not certain why, she decided to retire to bed.
The details surrounding the door and haunting were only revealed to her afterwards.