NIGHT TERRORS

Jenna Leigh-Raine, 50, from London

Standing in my bedroom, I pulled the duvet back and climbed into bed, staring at my bedroom door.

My hands shaking slightly, I switched my bedside light off and closed my eyes.

A medium told my mum that I had the ‘gift’

‘You’re fine, Jenna, there’s nobody here. It’s just you and the cat,’ I muttered to myself. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. Maybe I wasn’t on my own. Maybe there was someone with me.

And maybe it was demonic.

This has been my routine every night for the past couple of years. I struggle to drift