BITE-SIZE SHIVERS!
In my hour of need, I had a very special visitor.
AsI settled on to the sofa to watch TV, something behind the door caught the corner of my eye.
It looked like a little boy.
But as I turned to investigate, I couldn’t see anything.
My experiences had made me more open to the spiritual world, so I assumed he was a soul from the graveyard next door.
I’d had a rough few years, which began when my son, Charlie, had been born stillborn at 21 weeks.
I lost two stone in two weeks and fell into a deep depression.
Then I’d had a miscarriage and believed I was carrying a little girl.
Now, I was still struggling but trying my best to carry on with life without the children I desperately wanted. Soon after seeing that little boy, I had a vivid dream.
I was living in a beautiful lake house and was about to go to sleep when I spotted a figure at the foot of the bed. It was a boy of about six with blue eyes, curly hair and a gorgeous smile.
Instinctively, I knew he was my son, Charlie.
I thought back to the boy behind the door and realised that must have been him too.
A sense of peacefulness fell over me. I didn’t feel scared at all.
Without a word, the boy walked out of the room, and I followed him downstairs, through the front door and on to the jetty.
There, he turned and smiled.
‘It’s OK, Mum. I’m OK now,’ he said, before disa
