I was about 7 years old when it all started to happen. I was thirsty and decided to go downstairs to the kitchen to get me something to drink. When I reached the tops of the stairs a hand shot out of the darkness and grabbed my throat and tightened around it. I stood there fearing that if I made a sound it would tighten its grip and choke me. After what seemed like ages the hand let go and disappeared. I ran downstairs to my parents bedroom, which happened to be the basement, and told them what happened. They told me to go back to bed.
So as I headed up the stairs I was punched in the back and fell down the stairs. I slept in the living room that night. The next five weeks I slept there and heard tapping on the inside of the windows and footsteps from the kitchen and lower bathrooms. The entity would show itself to me during this time. No one believed me except for my brother Will who saw the ghost just like I did. It never touched him but it scared him every night. He and I would wake up in the mornings with bruises all over our bodies.
Finally our parents had enough of our whining and we moved out of the house three months later and have never been bothered by the entity since then.