Welcome to another Halloween edition of Dear Steve.

So let's see what we have in the Halloween mailbag for you today.

Dear Steve, my name is Jeff, and I thought you may be interested in a couple of experiences that happened to me when I was a young teenager. My parents, brother and I

lived in a masonette in London. My father developed cardiac problems, which ended up with him

having a heart attack. When he recovered, our GP advised that we should try to move into a flat

so that he didn't have to climb stairs.

A flat became available nearby when an elderly lady tenant died.

Not long after, we moved in and began to settle down.

After a short time, I began feeling a little uneasy, especially in certain rooms, namely the kitchen and the bedroom that me and my brother shared. On a regular basis, I was volunteered to make cups of tea

whilst my parents watched the television. I began dreading this duty. Every time I was waiting

for the kettle to boil, I had an unnerving feeling

of being watched, and it didn't feel friendly at all. I couldn't wait to make the tea and return to my

parents. I never mentioned this to them, but kept it to myself. On other occasions, I would feel the

end of my bed sink down, as if somebody was sitting on it.

It was terrifying.

I would just put my head under the covers and wait for it to go away.

All the other rooms in the flat were okay, just my bedroom and the kitchen.

Once we moved again, nothing like this ever happened. While we lived in these flats, my

mother related a story to us which I would like to tell you. She became friendly with an elderly

lady who lived in the flat below us. My mother used to cook extra food and give it to her on

occasions. My mother said that one night food and give it to her on occasions.

My mother said that one night in the early hours, she was woken by a brilliant light,

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