Then he smelled it!
The familiar rotten odour like long discarded takeaway trays wafted up his nostrils. The stench of disease and decay stung the back of his nose and he froze. Connor didn't dare to move as he recognised the tell-tale pressure in his head for what it signified. There was no mistaking it; something had come through from the other world.
Connor eased his right hand up, still under the covers so as not to alert whatever it was that he was awake. Then he heard the words he had dreaded for the last eighteen months:
"I've been looking for you, Connor True".