Book Review: Paranormal Intruder by Caroline Mitchell

An innocent family finds itself completely helpless against the sudden onset of paranormal activity in their quiet rural home. A knife embedded in a kitchen cupboard, crockery smashed by invisible hands, and blood-chilling growls emit from thin air. Caroline and her husband Neil search for answers as they try to protect their family from the unseen entity that seems determined to rip them apart.

The biggest question looms over them like a dark cloud ... who is going to help us? There are emergency services for many things, but not of this nature. It might be easier to believe temporary insanity, if not for the vast amount of witnesses. Police, fire services, mediums, priests and investigators all become embroiled in the mystery. The family struggles to cope, and Caroline grows concerned for her husband’s failing health as he withdraws from the world. However, the entity has only just begun.

Paranormal Intruder is the true story of one family’s brave fight against an invisible entity. Described as one of the best-documented cases of paranormal activity, this page turning book will stay with you long after you have finished reading it.

My Review:

It’s been 12 days since I finished this story and quite honestly words escape me. There’s so much that I want to say but I can’t seem to form my thoughts into coherent sentences. I have a slew of thoughts and questions but I keep coming back to why did you stay in the house? The logical part of my brain, the part that I allow out on occasion, knows why Caroline and her family stayed, she tells us – I just couldn’t grasp it.

The events that occurred in that household prevented me from grasping it. I was too busy being scared to worry about the financial ramifications of moving. I didn’t want them to have to keep ducking knives that were being thrown. Did I mention knives were thrown? No. Well yes, this entity was fond of throwing things… and growling. Yet they stayed.

There was an incident while Caroline was cleaning her en suite bathroom that would have caused me to put the house on the market. Caroline’s response, ‘let me sit down here on the bed and talk to the entity’. A couple of times I checked to see if this is the same Caroline Mitchell that authored Don’t Turn Around. Yep. She is. I liked that story. She looks so sensible in her bio pic, yet she sat down on the bed to talk to the intruder.

So many incidents happened that I went numb. I just kept thinking what else can happen to this poor family. If this had been a work of fiction, I would have criticized the author for over doing it. The business with the dogs was heart breaking. I wanted to swoop into the story and rent them a home nearby so they wouldn’t have to bother the in-laws. I felt so bad for them. Then they took the entity on a pubcrawl.

What’s Wrong With You People??

There were more than a few instances where I was laughing out loud. This is one where Neil and Caroline are at the house picking some stuff up when they decide to stay the night.

I was not so keen. My stomach was still churning from earlier events. ‘I don’t want to stay here Neil, there’s no way I’ll be able to sleep now.’

Neil began walking up the stairs, weary. ‘Look, it’s all died down now. If it starts up again we will leave, I promise,’ he said, in his most reassuring tone.

‘I’m going to hold you to that,’ I reluctantly followed him up the stairs. As I climbed into bed, Neil looked at me with amusement, ‘You’re not coming to bed with your shoes on, are you?’

I was fully clothed and intended on staying that way. I must have looked a sight, with the duvet pulled up to my neck and my trainers sticking out of the side of the bed.

‘Too right they’re staying on. I want to be ready in case we need to leave in a hurry.’

Neil smiled, undoing the buckle on his jeans. ‘But you’ll wait for me to get dressed if anything happens… Won’t you?’

I responded with a withering look, which told him he was on his own.

There is an account by John F. Triplow, a freelance writer and paranormal investigator, towards the end of the book and what he found out from his research is hair-raising. Literally the hairs on my arms are standing as I think back on it.

I believed the accounts in this book as described by Caroline. I don’t need or want any proof. Sometimes we ask questions when we’re not fully prepared for the answers. I know I’m not ready.

The fact that this is a true story makes this even scarier.

Highly recommended