Footsteps Following Me at Hotel De Haro

I live on this island and there is a hotel called Hotel De Haro. Its a very old hotel, Built in 1886, Antique furnishings are abundant in the old hotel, especially in the lobby where you can also see a copy of the Hotel Registration book containing the signature of President Theodore Roosevelt.

Anyway, me and my friend, and one of my friends from the séance decided it was a good night to go ghost hunting. I recommended Hotel De Haro, and we agreed upon it. We were armed with a k2 meter, temperature reader and a digital camera. The first time we went up on the first second floors. The decks that go around them, but we got nothing. My friend decides that there is nothing at the hotel after not even doing searching, but that's what she always says when where at a haunted place. So I have to prove it to her, like when we went to fort Casey on whidbey island (that's another story).

Anyways, she goes back down to the street and I follow. About 3 minutes later I decide that I will go back up. I know your not supposed to ghost hunt alone, but knew there was something there and she didn't want to go back up. So I went up alone this time and went on the third floor deck. I walked around with the k2 meter and didn't find anything, and couldn't take pics or do a temp reading because my friend had those things. So I just walked around and listened hard. As I turned around to go back down the stairs that go to the second floor outside deck, I heard 3 or 4 footsteps behind me. They sounded like heavy boots. When I'm at a haunted place and around the spirits I can sometimes get a feel their gender age. This was a middle aged man. I turned around and there was no one there, checked around the corner, no one. Looked down at my friend, still there. So I turned and kept walking, even though it was very uncomfortable, because the spirit was following me. Right on top of me, almost like his head was resting on my shoulder kind of feeling, too close. I kept on walking, and as soon and I reached the stairs and started going down them the feeling vanished. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I looked back up. I felt him watching me, and kind of a feeling of sadness to see me go, or that he couldn't go any farther. It was like that was a border he could not cross.

I ran back to my friend and told her my encounter, but sadly I then realized that the k2 meter was in my hand the whole time and I could have asked it questions and seen if there was a ghost really following me =(