We stayed in a terraced cottage in South Street, Yarmouth this past week. Woke up in the loft bedroom around 4:45 am on the morning of the 2nd November 2012. The room was very cold which was why I woke up in the first place. As usual it was pitch black but at the side of the bed where my husband was sleeping, a hooded woman kept leaning back and forth over him. I was stiff with fright and attempted to reach for the lamp. As I did so, I saw another figure hanging from thick rope from the rafters. I squealed out with fright and just jumped out of the bed and ran down the stairs. My husband then woke up and he too was frozen. It was a terrifying experience.