Under the shadow of darkness

Carolann Bruce, 52, Stockport

Waking up in a cold sweat, my bed covers twisted around me, I sat bolt upright.

My heart racing, I felt my husband Jarrod, 41, stir beside me.

‘What’s the matter?’ he asked groggily.

‘A bad dream,

I think,’ I said, recalling a sinister dark shadow surrounding me.

It was difficult to pinpoint, and I tried to shrug it off, but something had really shaken me.

Rolling over, I eventually managed to get back to sleep again.