I slept in bed like a baby, lights off, the room was pitch dark, suddenly I felt a light breeze crawl across my skin and then a human touch on my duvet. I tasted fear on my tongue which was traumatically bitter, and I knew I was been hunted by a ghost. My eyes were tightly shut, I couldn’t open them because of revelation of what would unfold; too scared of the picture I painted in my head!

Guess what? I watched a paranormal movie before I went to bed, and unfortunately for me, the image of the activities in the movie stuck in my head.

I believe ghosts are images we create ourselves, that means we are the ones hunting ourselves😀😀