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I was 17 years old when I had my next experience with a deceased spirit – not a ghost or an apparition, but a spirit that could speak to me, that I could feel and touch.

A friend called Jenny and I decided to play truant from college and go back to her house as her mother was not at home. It was the first time I had been to her house and on the way back she warned me that it was haunted by the spirit of her grandmother. It was a comfortable middle-class home with nothing strange or unusual about it except that it was cold and there was a feeling of someone watching us. Jenny showed me a picture of her grandmother as a child, pointing out a shadow behind her which, she said, had become bigger since her death.

Nothing happened until we went up to Jenny’s bedroom. We were sitting drinking tea and chatting when she suddenly looked behind me. I felt a cold draught entering the room and Jenny whispered that her grandmother had just walked in. I was petrified. I felt this chilly hand stroke my head and all I wanted to do was scream and run away. But then Jenny told me that her grandmother wanted to communicate with me. Speaking through Jenny, she told me that I had ‘the gift’ and that when I grew up I would be working with spirit. This was hard to believe at that time, as I had set my heart on becoming a psychologist.