How long did it last? A second? An hour? It seemed to go on forever, Mary and I cowering on the floor, while Robert was thrown wildly round the room and Raven struggled to keep hold of him.
“Hold onto me,” he was screaming, “Hold tight and they will pass.”
And just as suddenly as it had begun, the clocks ticked like the crack of lightning, the winds vanished and Robert fell to the floor in a heap, a battered rag doll.
“What on earth?” I asked.
“Dream surfers,” said Raven, “Or some other tourists.”
