It is seven o’clock on an August morning in 1993. I’m seventeen and in the kitchen
of an old terrace house in inner-
Years of activity comes to a head one night, when, out of the blue (activity tended
to switch itself ‘on’ at sporadic intervals; it was common to experience a three
month drought before action would start to kick in again) I am in bed trying to fall
asleep when I hear the usual thing – footsteps strolling up and down the staircase.
Whenever this would happen, despite the fact that I should have been used to it,
the fear was so acute it was like rapidly falling through hundreds of levels of horror.
This time, I hear breathing and female murmuring, and it certainly isn’t my own.
It comes scratching and shuffling its way into my bedroom, accompanied by the sounds
of things being dropped and banged about in the hallway. Normally I feel disconnected
to the activity; this time I feel threatened. My Mum is away for work; my brothers
aren’t home, so it’s only Dad, who is sleeping in the next room. I bolt upright,
flick the lamp on and let out a blood-
I tell my mother I’m unable to sleep in the house anymore; that it has reached the
point where we need help. My mother looks in the Yellow Pages and finds a listing
for paranormal investigators who call themselves “The Ghost Lovers”. After explaining
the situation and how her daughter is refusing to sleep in the house, they simply
tell her that all I have to do is turn on a bedside lamp and ask it to “go to the
light.” How turning on a bedside light is going to banish a haunting is beyond me.
A few years later, I move out and although strange phenomenon continues in the house,
the main brunt of it leaves with me, and eventually things start to calm down. Most
hauntings refer to haunted ‘places’, but poltergeist-