In this excerpt, Ellis recounts events that he and Sacha Christie experienced over the same weekend at Ann Andrews home in Lincolnshire.
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I lay down to sleep on the sofa and was just drifting off when the clock chimed loudly. ‘I hope that it doesn’t keep me awake all night,’ I thought. Then immediately I heard this loud scratching noise coming from the back of the room, either the patio doors or the back window. ‘Oh, go away!’ I grumbled to myself, ‘I’m not up for this tonight, I’m too tired.’ The next thing, directly behind me, I could hear several objects moving about on the coffee table, scraping along the surface; and through my closed eyelids I saw bright lights flashing around the room. Next came some garbled voices… what they were saying I could not comprehend. Then quick as a flash something shot right into my head, it felt like my brain was being squeezed, and it bloody well hurt! By this time I could not move, I felt paralysed and I had the sense that whatever this was it was trying to read my mind. I saw visions…A great long bridge that spanned a bay, which could have been the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, although after looking at photos of this, it was much longer than that. I think it was symbolic. Right now I cannot remember what the other visions were but what happened next left me with evidence that what was happening was very real.
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