Housemate from hell – evil entity wants me to die
Standing in the living room of a semi-detached house in Horsham, West Sussex, I watched the other members of the paranormal investigation group bustling about, excitedly setting up their equipment.
I was a member of the team, and the family who lived here had called us in to do a clearance after being scared out of their wits by mysterious dark shadows, terrifying growls at night, and a horrible feeling that they were being watched all the time.
There were ten of us crammed into the living room, which looked completely ordinary – photographs of the kids on the walls, comfy cushions on the settee – but I was starting to get a strange, churning feeling in my guts.
Something wasn’t right here. In fact, it was very wrong…
Psychic all my life, I’d learned over the years to trust my gut instinct. As a kid, I’d had an ‘imaginary friend’ called Thomas. We’d play for hours together, until Thomas would get scared and tell me, ‘The nasty man’s coming!’ Then he’d run away and hide.
Mum said I talked about him all the time. She told me, ‘You said that Thomas was six years old, and that he’d died in our house. The “nasty man” was his dad who’d drowned him in the bathtub.’
Then my mother did some research and discovered it was true – there was a child who died in our house, and his father was suspected of murdering him!’
When I was 22, I decided to find out if I really did have some kind of psychic ability. I met up with a couple of people from a local paranormal group in Horsham. One of them was a medium, and she said to me, ‘Grandad says you’re not mad. I’ve been chatting to him.’
It was a huge relief to discover that there were like-minded souls out there. I joined the group and felt like I’d finally found my niche.
That’s how I found myself in a living room in Horsham on that evening in 2012. The atmosphere felt humid and oppressive – and it wasn’t just because there were so many of us squashed into such a small space.
As we joined hands in a circle and linked our energies to move the spirits on towards the light, I started
The ‘nasty man’ haunted my childhood
to see movement all around us. Dark shadows were gradually filling out and taking form.
We were surrounded by spirit people. I could tell the others could see them too, because they were looking around and gasping. One of the spirit people was a woman with hands tightly bound together, and a noose round her neck. Two others looked like monks, with dark cowls pulled over their heads to hide their faces.
By now, I was really scared.
Then, suddenly, in the middle of the circle, a black mist began to form. It gradually took the shape of a tall man
I brought an evil entity home with me Ed Booker, 37, from Worthing, West Sussex
dressed all in black, wearing a top hat. It raised its head and smiled directly at me! It had hideous, mouldy brown teeth, like broken gravestones. I shut my eyes and willed it to go away – but when I half-opened one eye, it was still there, leering at me. That’s when I realised that two of the male shadow figures had darted behind me. Next thing I knew, I’d been grabbed by the elbows and was being pulled backwards! Everything verything went quiet as I struggled to get free. It was like I was being
pulled out of this time and this place…
‘Everything Everything alright, Ed?’ said a voice by my ear. It was one of my team members, staring at me in concern. Her voice dragged me back to the here and now.
‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ I muttered. Badfeeling But I didn’t feel fine at all. Sick, dizzy and absolutely drained, I headed home, where I collapsed into bed. Of course, I had horrific nightmares. With its top hat and ghastly crew of freakish spooks around it, the ghost with the broken teeth reminded me of nothing so much as an evil circus ringmaster. I hoped the bad dream would fade away next morning, but it didn’t. All day long, I felt incredibly low and depressed. And when I went to bed that night, I had the same nightmare again. That’s when it started to dawn on me – had I brought something back from that paranormal investigation? I asked a medium I knew to investigate for me.
‘I’ll have a look and see if anything’s attached itself to you,’ she said.
She came to my flat – but the moment she stepped into my bedroom, she started clutching at her throat.
‘Something’s strangling me,’ she gasped.
She ran out of my flat – and refused to return.
I asked another medium to investigate, but this one didn’t even make it as far as my front door.
‘There’s something bad in there,’ she said flatly.
Two and a half weeks after the ‘clearing,’ I collapsed with a seizure and was rushed to hospital.
The doctors couldn’t find anything wrong with me. I was discharged, and sent back to my flat. Walking through the door, I could instantly feel something was wrong – and I could hear a strange chattering sound. Drippingwet
I walked through the flat trying to track it down, and threw open the door to my bedroom. There was nothing there.
That night, I was woken by the sound again. I opened my eyes – and there was a woman standing at the end of my bed, dripping with water. Her teeth were chattering with cold – that was the sound I’d been hearing.
Horrifyingly, her hands were bound and there was a noose round her neck.
It was one of the spirits from the séance – and I knew exactly what that meant. The horrifying circus ringmaster ghost was near…
The medium refused to enter my flat