It was my first time travelling abroad and I chose Brighton for many reasons, but one of them being the strange feeling of familiarity since I read a book when I was around 10. When the main character said she was studying in Brighton and described the area, I could picture all the details in my head so, when I googled it, everything was exactly how I imagined. It never happened to me before, so it stuck in my head for years and years until I finally got there. I was there to study and just have a good time, but the feelings I got there were all very different for me. Most of them were very good, but some of them were... not exactly bad, but strange I'd say. I don't know if you've ever been there but the city has one side that's all Brighton and another side that's all Hove. All the things out of ordinary happened to me while in Brighton. Like the fact that I knew how to find famous places like the museums without needing to check routes on maps, but I got lost several times walking to the school almost everyday (the school was in Hove). The normal thing for me is to get lost, even here where I've lived my whole life I still lose my way (I have diagnosed ADHD and the doc said this is one of the common things that happen to me). In specific streets, I would feel like I've been there before and have feelings of things happening there. When I arrived at the house I was staying, I asked the hostess if I could light a candle, since my religion works a lot with them and I just wanted to thank all my guides for getting there safe. I had a very turbulent journey. She said of course I could, she was very respectful about everything. I lighted my candle the evening after but unfortunately I ended up falling asleep and woke up in the middle of the night with a strange noise of plastic bags being moved around. I could tell it was around 3 or 4 am because the bedroom was dark but there was a natural light coming from the window that you only get late at night, almost morning. It took me a few seconds to understand what was going on, at first I thought the hostess was in my bedroom cleaning things up because i could see a shadowy figure on their backs collecting things from the floor. When I moved to sit up on the bed, the figure turned to me so quickly that scared me so hard I couldn't move. The moment it looked at me and I looked at it I got goosebumps... It was literally it, a shadow. No face, no nothing. Just a shadow. It came running towards me as if it wanted to suffocate me, I could feel some anger coming from it but, the moment it "touched" my neck it disappeared like smoke. It had touched the rosary my friend had given me before the trip, at the time he told me to wear it at all times, specially if I feel anxious about anything as if he knew something weird was going to happen. I believe it was something from the house that didn't want to be seen but, after that day, nothing else happened there so I guess the candle did its work on the cleansing. However, I never lighted any other candle in the same room as me since then.