Shereena Alden, A 30, from Darlington
L ying my baby son Henry-scott down in his cot, I smiled down at him.
‘Sleep tight,’ I soothed. Then I frowned. It was dark in the room, but I could see a shadowy form with furry ears poking up from the end of his cot.
That’s strange. I thought the dog was downstairs?
A cold trickle ran down my spine as I realised the dog definitely was downstairs. I could hear him in the kitchen downstairs, his paws pattering about on the lino. Sinisterbeing
Those weren’t a dog’s ears that I was looking at. They were horns.
I didn’t want to look more closely at what they were attached to. Grabbing Henry-scott, I fled from the room, my heart pounding. I left the
The spirit threatened to kill me
house until I’d calmed down.
It wasn’t the first supernatural incident I’d experienced since moving into the old terraced house in Darlington. My partner and I often heard strange growls and screams through the baby monitor. My mood had been low since I moved in, and when friends and family visited, they complained that there was a weird, unhappy vibe. Unwantedpresence
I called in a medium. ‘There’s a spirit called Jack in the house,’ the medium told me. ‘He used to be a tenant here – and he certainly doesn’t like sharing his space with you.’
What she said next chilled me to the bone.
‘He says he’s going to burn the house down - with you in it,’ she