When I was 7 I had a nightmare.
A “Casper” style, white sheet, black eyed, ghost was behind me in the bathroom.
I could see him in the mirror.
He was trying to take control of me.
I’ve had it more than once in my life.
The first time I saw “The Exorcist” I was in a crowded cinema in Glasgow in the nineties.
People were roaring with laughter.
I wasn’t laughing.
I felt very uncomfortable.
Captain Howdy was my Casper ghost.
A Freudian would have a field day with that dream.
It continues to haunt me.