Lying in bed, I pulled the sheets right up to my chin.
‘Sleep tight,’ said my partner JP, then 31, switching off the light.
Plunged into darkness, my heart began to race.
It was February 2022, and the two of us were staying at 30 East Drive in Pontefract.
One of the most haunted houses in Britain.
Not most people's idea of a romantic getaway.
But, truth be told, I couldn't wait for things to go bump in the night!
I considered myself a sceptic, so when JP asked if I'd be up for staying in a haunted house, I didn't hesitate.
Confident there was nothing to be afraid of.
In fact, if spirits did exist, I wanted them to emerge and prove it to me.
But as my head…