DON’T GO INTO the cellar!
As the estate agent handed me the keys to my new home, I couldn’t stop smiling. This was the moment I had been waiting for. My own little house, with a garden and cellar. Perfect!
I was surprised at how easy this whole thing had been. There hadn’t been one hitch – and from the moment I clapped eyes on the pretty Victorian semi-detached house, I’d never had a single doubt that this was the house for me.
True, the day before I moved in, I’d had a weird dream that a young woman was calling my name.
In my dream, I’d gone to find her but she was nowhere to be seen -
