What I Learned From Spending a Night in a Haunted Hotel

I was always a little bit skeptical about the paranormal. I never really believed in ghosts or spirits, and I thought that most ghost stories were just people's imaginations running wild. But then I spent a night in a haunted hotel, and everything changed.
It was a beautiful old hotel, with a long and storied history. It had been the scene of several murders and suicides, and there were rumors that it was haunted by the ghosts of the victims. I was intrigued, so I decided to spend a night there and see for myself if there was any truth to the rumors.
I arrived at the hotel late at night, and the first thing I noticed was how quiet it was. The only sound was the ticking of the grandfather clock in the lobby. I checked in and was shown to my room, which was on the third floor.
The room was small and cozy, with a four-poster bed and a fireplace. There was also a large window that looked out over the town square. As I was unpacking my bags, the lights suddenly started flickering and then went out. There was a "pow" and they came on again. I jumped back in surprise. "Whoa. What happened?" I asked aloud.
I checked to make sure that my phone was still working and the hotel WiFi was still connected. They were. I sat back down on the bed, not sure what to make of it. Maybe it had just been a power surge.
I tried to ignore the flickering lights and focus on getting ready for bed. I brushed my teeth and put on my pajamas and then climbed into bed. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard a noise from the bathroom. It sounded like someone was turning on the faucet.
I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. The faucet was on, and the water was running full blast. I turned it off and went back to bed, but a few minutes later I heard the noise again. I got up and went to the bathroom, and the faucet was on again.
This time I was starting to get scared. I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't want to be there anymore. I got my things and ran out of the room.
I ran downstairs and out of the hotel and into the night. I didn't stop running until I was several blocks away.
I never went back to that hotel, and I don't want to talk about it. But I will say this: I believe in ghosts now. I don't know what I saw or heard that night, but it was real. And it was terrifying.