“In the 1960s, my partner and I returned to my home country, England. We came back to a town called Warwick. Unfortunately, there weren’t any houses on the market, so we were forced to rent. The house my partner and I rented was a beautiful, old cottage.

From the moment I entered, I didn’t feel right. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, but I felt I was constantly being watched. But, me being me, I felt I was probably overreacting, so put it to one side and carried on with life.

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