My Life in a Column; I Am Afraid of the Dark ... Well, Not Afraid of the Dark but What Happens to Me When I Am in It

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It's 3.30am, it feels like I can't breathe, but I can feel someone next to me in bed. I roll over, Laura, my studio manager, is next to me. She has the tartan bed covers pulled up almost over her face. She whispers: 'I am so scared, man.' I look across the room and, there in the darkness, sitting in the chair, is Nosfe-fucking- ratu. 'Don't be afraid,' I say to Laura. As I look again, he is gone. Laura has kind of slumped and keeled over. As I try to wake her, there is a pain in my right kidney. Nosferatu is there, his hand is rammed into the side of my body. Ripping my soul to pieces. I clamber to put the light on, TV control in hand. I push the entertainment button, Star Trek …