Tuning into spirits became second nature ‘Come on, you need to go to bed,’ the babysitter said for the umpteenth time. I wasn’t having it.
‘I don’t want to,’ I huffed.
Normally good as gold, I’d have done as I was told.
But that night, in August 1983, when I was 9, I was feeling uneasy, odd. Something was telling me not to go to bed.
Sheer terror
As I stood there, refusing to budge, the unsettled feeling deep in my stomach only got stronger and stronger.
Then I heard the sound of water from upstairs, as if someone was in the shower.
But my dad, Peter, was away on business, and my mum, Olive, was out.
The only other person in the house was my brother David, who was…
