My Story: I moved into a flat in Bishan recently with my husband and two children. It is not really just a flat. It is a maisononette. My husband preferred another place in Tampines but in the end I stubbornly stuck to my guns and won out.

Of cousre I was pleased as punch to have got my way. It is quite rare for me to win situations like that. But now on reflection, I think God punished me for being so stubborn.

There is an evil presence within my family that refuses to leave us.

I am not one to believe in this sort of thing, but there is just too much evidence to ignore it. It all started with my children. And as you know, children don't lie. At least not at their tender age.

My precious little ones are just three and five years old. The older one is my son, N (i don't wish to say his name). And it was he who first bought it to my attention. One evening he came to me, crying.

He said a man threw a marble at him while he was sitting on the potty. And he wasn' kidding, because there was a huge, nasty bump on his forehead.

TO BE CONTINUED.......