I feel the unsettlement of the Other Side. It's as if panic and fear is coursing through my veins, suffocating me with the overwhelming sense of foreboding. I know something bad is coming; the spirits are getting stronger - I can feel them. I tell my younger brother Conrad not to come out to see me, I know it's not safe for him - ghost or not.

From the age of 18, this power of mediumship has tortured me for decades, forced with the power to have communication with the dead. Of course, it meant I got to see Conrad, who was frozen at his young age eternally. However, it didn't stop me from feeling everything.

The voices never stop. Constant whispering plagues my mind, intruding on my privacy and forcing me to suffer.

The darkness is growing nonetheless, as I feel the radiation from whatever is moving within the shadows of the Other Side. I know the spirits that took my brother are rising again, but something I've never exactly come across is dwelling in the darkness, something that seems to be behind it all... An entity so malevolent my skin crawls.

I place my cup of coffee down, the china rattling as my fingers tremble. It seems my anxiety only increases with the strengthened connection to the spirits.

A little boy runs past me, jumping up from behind the kitchen table. I'm not startled, as I'm used to the spirits now. At least, he's harmless.

As I think this, the little boy freezes and turns to me, grinning, reading my mind almost.

"Hi." I whisper gently.

"Daddy's home." The little boy whispers, dark and sinister vibes radiating from him.

Then I feel the cold, the chills and the shivers.

Something is in my home. Something evil. Something dark. Something uninvited.

Jenny Cooper.