Lil

Well, these estate agents, they clearly know more than us paranormal people.

That's a movie I'd quite like to see. Can somebody write that, please? Any film writers out there that want to take that project on?

That's a movie I'd quite like to see. Can somebody write that, please? Any film writers out there that want to take that project on?

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Yes.

A couple of years ago, I had my one and only paranormal experience to that point, except it wasn't. I had started watching Doctor Who again from the beginning and remembered how much I loved the first season's theme music. So I loaded it as my ringtone because I'm a huge giant nerd. One night I was working on something on my laptop in my bedroom.

A couple of years ago, I had my one and only paranormal experience to that point, except it wasn't. I had started watching Doctor Who again from the beginning and remembered how much I loved the first season's theme music. So I loaded it as my ringtone because I'm a huge giant nerd. One night I was working on something on my laptop in my bedroom.

After a while I needed to go into the next room for something and brought my phone along. And a few minutes later, I heard my ringtone. Odd, I thought. It's late. Who could be calling? I looked, and there was no except decline screen. No caller identified. No call. It was, as I said, late, so I was muzzly staring at my phone, trying to work it out, when the music stopped.

After a while I needed to go into the next room for something and brought my phone along. And a few minutes later, I heard my ringtone. Odd, I thought. It's late. Who could be calling? I looked, and there was no except decline screen. No caller identified. No call. It was, as I said, late, so I was muzzly staring at my phone, trying to work it out, when the music stopped.

And suddenly, from my bedroom, I heard a weird, loud, really awful scraping, thumping sound. I froze. That went on for a couple of seconds. And just as I was starting to stop being paralysed and start on being truly scared, I heard a voice. A sort of female, but mostly demonic sort of voice say, Why do you come here now? If possible, I froze even frozener. I had no idea what to do. Do I answer?

And suddenly, from my bedroom, I heard a weird, loud, really awful scraping, thumping sound. I froze. That went on for a couple of seconds. And just as I was starting to stop being paralysed and start on being truly scared, I heard a voice. A sort of female, but mostly demonic sort of voice say, Why do you come here now? If possible, I froze even frozener. I had no idea what to do. Do I answer?

What could I possibly say? I'd been in this apartment for a couple of years. I didn't just get here. Nothing's ever happened. Do I run? Where do I go? What on earth? And then I heard the Doctor reply, Who are you? We come in peace.

What could I possibly say? I'd been in this apartment for a couple of years. I didn't just get here. Nothing's ever happened. Do I run? Where do I go? What on earth? And then I heard the Doctor reply, Who are you? We come in peace.

And I realised that I must have accidentally reopened the BritBox tab on my laptop, and my not-speedy internet on my ten-year-old laptop must have just finished loading Episode 18 of Doctor Who Season 2, Escape to Danger. And that's when I truly knew that I am not cut out for paranormal experiences.

And I realised that I must have accidentally reopened the BritBox tab on my laptop, and my not-speedy internet on my ten-year-old laptop must have just finished loading Episode 18 of Doctor Who Season 2, Escape to Danger. And that's when I truly knew that I am not cut out for paranormal experiences.

You actually couldn't have set that up if you tried. And that is the horror of living with 60 megabytes per second.

You actually couldn't have set that up if you tried. And that is the horror of living with 60 megabytes per second.

My mum was one of 11 children who grew up on a farm in Newfoundland, Canada. I believe they had about 400 acres and running down one side of the property is a river and in the river are three small islands. I'll come back to them. When mum was in her early 20s, she and a couple of my aunts and a friend all moved to the US and that included the youngest in the family, my aunt Rita.