By T. Stokes, Paranormal Studies Lecturer, England

Sometimes things of a supernatural nature fit into patterns, and some are just so strange that there are no categories where they can belong.
Such an event happened some few years ago, and the memories incurred in those events, still grip me in horror.
One of the exorcism rules of The British Demonologists Foundation, was that you go to the trouble, it never comes to you, but it did.
I had not seen my brother for some time, and he had the double celebration of his fortieth birthday, and the new birth of his daughter.
So I duly arrived at his home, for the family gathering, and was introduced to his other guests.
There was the usual comic repartee, and I was given a glass of sherry which is always the custom at these, happy and relaxed times.
The chatting was superficial and polite when one of the guests asked who the baby took after, my brother or his wife?
It was then when I relaxed and smiling, stepped over to look into the babies crib,
And remember new born babies cannot lift their heads or focus their eyes.
But this baby turned to face me and looked me straight in the eye, with a demonic lear, that seemed to penetrate my very soul itself.
The eyes burnt into me and the baby's lips twisted into a mocking smile, in fact, the whole face became a threatening mask.
As I stepped back in shock and terror, the thought sunk in that of all places my brother's home was the venue, and his new baby the vehicle for some spirit activity of the grossest evil.
I felt the blood in my veins go cold, as suddenly regaining my composure I searched the faces of the guests to see if any had seen my look of shock, and as I felt the colour return to my face, I was much relieved to know that my reaction had gone unnoticed.