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Guarded... by King Arthur’s dog

There wasn’t just one spooky entity in our house... Wayne Tear, 47, from Lincoln

- To contact Wayne, go to www.waynecircl­e.com

Glancing at the door leading to the garden, I stared in shock. Through the glass, I could make out two huge black ears, like a gigantic wolf’s.

‘Dad!’ I screamed, before bolting into the lounge where my mum and dad Linda and Bob were watching TV.

‘There’s a wolf in the garden,’ I sobbed in terror. ‘It was looking at me!’ Dad took my hand. Gently leading me to the door, he opened it.

‘See, there’s nothing there,’ he soothed, showing me the empty garden.

But although I was just 6 years old, I knew what I’d seen.

Cloaked figure

A huge, wolf-like creature had been peering at me.

And the monstrous wolf wasn’t the only spooky entity at our terraced house…

One day, I was downstairs when my brother Jason, then 3, started screaming. I ran upstairs with Mum and Dad.

Jason was in my bedroom, beside himself with fear.

‘Man, man,’ he garbled over and over.

When I lay in bed that night, a dark shadow in the shape of a figure floated in from behind the door. It grew bigger and bigger. Petrified, I dived under the covers. Was it the shadow that Jason had seen..?

Then one night I was in bed when another figure appeared in my doorway.

About 4ft tall, he was dressed in a dark brown cloak like a monk’s. Although his face was in shadow, I could feel him staring at me.

Heart thumping, I pulled the covers over my head.

But when I peeped out, the figure was still there.

Terrified, I dived back under the blankets and fell into an uneasy sleep.

Over the years, I saw the spooky, tiny, cloaked figure several times.

When we grew up, Jason, my other brother Simon and I realised we were psychic. So in 1995, I became a medium.

Entities

Ten years later, I started holding my own circles. A silent, cloaked figure would always appear – my gatekeeper, protecting me by stopping evil entities coming in. Then one day I was meditating when I floated out of my body, was taken back in time to when I was a child. I was in bed, my gaze fixed on the door where that small, cloaked figure was standing. Everything fell into place. The cloaked spirit was the

A dark shadow floated in from behind the door

same one who was now my gatekeeper. He was with me then, too, protecting me from the ghoul in the house.

Then one day, in 2006, I woke up with a headache.

Thinking it would go off, I took painkiller­s.

But the pain slowly got worse, as if a fist was crushing my skull.

I felt constantly sick, drained, exhausted.

I was plagued by bad luck. My car kept breaking down, clients wouldn’t turn up for appointmen­ts. Soon after, I was driving to a house clearance when a passing lorry’s tyre burst. The tyre hurtled towards me, smashing my car bonnet. Luckily, I was unhurt. But just a few inches higher and it would have come through the windscreen. I could have been badly hurt, or worse…

Cleansing

I became negative, despondent. But I was usually an upbeat, person. One evening, I went to visit Jason. ‘You’ve got a spirit attached to you,’ he said. Tuning in to the spirit world, I saw a woman with dark, curly hair. Her features twisted in spite. ‘Why are you here?’ I asked. ‘To teach you a lesson,’ she spat. With a shudder, I realised I’d been cursed. The nasty spirit was a manifestat­ion of the evil energy directed at me. I didn’t know if it was a voodoo-type hex by a black witch, or someone who had just wished me ill. I had to get rid of it. So, I began a cleansing ritual. The entity fought hard, but I finally managed to banish her. I sighed with relief as warmth flooded through me.

My hero

I was soon back to my normal self. All the bad luck melted away, and I felt well.

Not long afterwards, I was sitting on the floor meditating when a tall, fair-haired man wearing a cloak appeared.

His energy was pure and clear, he radiated white light.

We talked about my spiritual work. ‘I’m King Arthur,’ he said. As I stared in amazement at the hero, he smiled.

‘I’m going to leave you with a gift,’ he said.

A huge, wolf-like black dog the size of a pony appeared.

It stared at me with its dark brown eyes as it circled me. Then it sat down behind me.

King Arthur disappeare­d, but the dog stayed with me.

A gatekeeper

After, I could always feel his strong, protective presence. King Arthur had given him to me so I wasn’t attacked again. A couple of years later, I floated out of my body, was taken back to when I saw the wolf’s ears behind the door. Then the penny dropped – the animal that scared me had been the dog! Like my gatekeeper, the dog must have been protecting me from the nasty entity in the house. Then years later, he was sent back to stop me being cursed again. I never found out who hexed me. But thanks to my dog, no curse will hurt me again. The dog and my gatekeeper guard me from evil. My childhood protection team is back to watch over me.

I could feel him staring at me King Arthur gave me a dog for protection My protection team is watching over me

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