Roz

The night before Mia’s second visit, I couldn’t sleep. I felt excited, anxious to get going and start seeing things. At the same time, I couldn’t stop thinking about the film The Exorcist. I hoped my lessons with Mia would not involve my head spinning round while I vomited. What was I inviting in?

I had been a journalist for 20 years; my scepticism kept me grounded. So why was I feeling so unsure, so afraid? When Mia arrived, I quizzed her nervously.

‘This is quite safe, isn’t it? I’m not going to get stuck with a ghost, am I?’