The tingle of electricity flows through my limbs from the damp. In the darkness, I hear a sound.

Click!

‘I know it is not a ghost. I know it is not a ghost.’ I tell myself over and over.

The sweat is pouring off me, soaking into my pyjamas. Now the bed is damper still. I can’t go to sleep for fear of night terrors. I must face up to the ghost. I can’t open my eyes.

The noise. Click!

Footsteps are approaching. Then, a cool hand is on my brow.

‘What’s wrong? Why are you sweating? Are you ill?’