Those moments of terror came and went, came and went, but at the end of it all I was still there, same as always. If I wasn’t there – same as always – would I even know about it? Sometimes we think about things in completely the wrong way, do we not? We think about things in the wrong way and something might then seem impressive which isn’t impressive. Because of an optical illusion that we’re not wise to. People have gone to the police about that one you know. People have gone to the police about a particular type of spirit, a spirit which very few of even the best psychic investigators are able to see. They have gone to the police and have filed reports. That’s always a good thing to do when one is in doubt, so I have found. And if I have found this, so too will have others. I can assure you of that. It is a certain type of spirit: not entirely evil, but then again – not very good either. Definitely not very good. ‘Creatures of light and darkness’, I say to myself, full of near-mystical wonderment. Creatures of light and darkness. These psychic investigators are often liars in my view, though don’t ask me why that should be so. Don’t ask me why that should be so because I don’t know the answer. The proper authorities have been notified in any event and there’s no more to be said on the matter. Everything’s been said already. There is one spirit presence in particular who comes to see me – he doesn’t communicate with me, he just fixes me with his baleful glare and then waits impatiently at the end of my bed. What he’s waiting for, I can’t say. Waiting for better days to come perhaps, the same as the rest of us. We’re all in the same boat that way, I guess. ‘Spirits of light and darkness,’ I say to myself, full of the insufferable grandiosity that can come when a mystical experience goes wrong. ‘And how often does that happen?’ you ask, interested despite yourself. I make no reply however – I merely continue to stare morosely into middle space, engaged in some interminable interior monologue. There’s nothing worse than my interminable interior monologues so I will spare you the details. I’m much happier these days then I have been for many years, however. It’s as if I have emerged – partially emerged at least – from under a very dark cloud. I’m still as miserable as sin, but things are better than they were all the same. Today is the day I shall start to write the full story of my life, I suddenly resolved. The official unabridged version possibly, or maybe only just a bit abridged. Today is the day I’m committing to that task. But that thought passed, as all thoughts inevitably pass. The moment came and then it went again. Moments of anguish, moments of terror, moments of remorse. They all come, and they all pass away…