One night, my grandmother was looking after me, and it was just the two of us in the house. I was sitting on the floor in front of her while we were watching TV. Suddenly, we heard loud footsteps upstairs, then one of the doors SLAMMED shut.

I grabbed onto her leg, because I was horrified that someone was in the house, but my grandma just looked up at the ceiling and yelled, ‘Don’t slam any doors in my house!’ I never got to talk to her about it, since she passed when I was still young, so I’ll never know who she was talking to…”