I'm sorry if this is a bit long but I remember it as if it was yesterday and want to get as much detail in as possible.
Id always had a few issues with people who claim to have seen ghosts or things like that, I always thought it may well be true but so many people make things up I found it hard to sift through the rubbish to find genuine stories of real encounters, that's why I was so messed up after the following events, at this point in my life I thought it might be real but I was still unconvinced so now you know my skeptical mindset at the time Ill set you the scene.
I was 17 and it was the middle of summer (I'm 22 now so its not too long ago and I remember it like yesterday) I was living in Newhaven a little town outside of Brighton on the south coast of England. It was a really hot day and I remember my dad and step-mum had gone out to the shops with my younger brothers and my elder brothers had gone out themselves so my boyfriend (who I'm still with today ha-ha) and me were just lazing around the house (a 2 floor 4 bedroom house that my stepmother was always convinced had spirits). My dad had asked my boyfriend to stick some stuff in the loft for him and he had earlier that day but I clearly remember that he had left the "cover/trapdoor/piece of wood" that blocked up the hole into the loft open I don't know why I just remember that he had.
My boyfriend decided he was bored and we had watched all the films in the house so was going to go to town (10 minutes away max) to rent a film and pick up some lunch I said I couldn't be bothered to go and was going to sit around in my room playing with my seriously underage kitten (he was like 3 weeks old when I found him lol he's huge now). My boyfriend left and I was in the house completely alone. No one was there just me and my kitten (a little tiny silver tabby called Breezer BOY) and my dog (a border collie called willow GIRL). (sorry I realise this is getting a little hard to follow I apologise I'm trying to get in all the details... Let me sum up)
So I'm in the house alone other then Breezer and Willow, Breezer is on my bed playing with me and Willow is asleep on the landing outside my room I think I should mention that she never ever came into my room unless I invited her as its relevant to her weird behavior later on, she wouldn't go in the bedrooms unless invited in she would sit in the doorframe waiting until I said to her come in as my dad had trained her not to go in the bedrooms!
I was lying on my back on my bed playing with the kitten on my chest when all of a sudden I heard boots on the stairs which wasn't out of the ordinary my boyfriend always wore boots back then big workman boots that clumped up the stairs I remember thinking I bet he's forgotten his card as he had only been gone around 5 mins, I turned my head to the side to look out my bedroom door to see him come up the stairs but he wasn't there Willow came flying into my room and cowered by my bed whimpering. I remember going to sit up to see what was wrong with her as she had not been invited into my room it was so unlike her to just come in. When I was pushed back onto the bed with a hand over my eyes I remember struggling and thinking then saying out loud "my god *boyfriends name* this isn't f**king funny what are you doing?!" even though I knew he wasn't there I felt hands round my neck choking me and I remember crying and shouting out after a while over and over "oh my god please don't hurt me please what did I do?!"
I must have been laying there around 2 or 3 minutes enough to be very scared and physically hurt by whatever attacked me. I opened my eyes and there was nothing there I was so scared I called my boyfriend and was crying so hard he couldn't understand me. Breezer was on my bed spitting all fur sticking up and Willow was still by my bed laying completely flat not moving or making a sound just laying there.
My boyfriend was back in literally minutes he jumped a cab and was back in about 10 minutes and was really upset when he saw me he told me I needed to look in a mirror so we went to the bathroom and all around my neck were huge red marks literal finger marks on my neck which stayed for a few days but were so bad they went a deep purple bruise colour which was really hard trying to explain to my dad that it wasn't my boyfriend that had hurt me because he wasn't even in the house!
I have no idea what happened, how it happened, or why it happened all I do know is I was terrified and have never gotten to the bottom of what it was. I would love some feedback especially if anyone else has been physically hurt by "something" and even better if you have any suggestion as to what may have happened.
I'm not looking for a definite answer as I expect ill never get one but that's ok. I did think that maybe something sinister had been disturbed by my boyfriend in the loft and got out when he didn't close the door again I don't know but yes any comments are very much appreciated and by the way I was attacked physically again in the house with my partner this time so violently it broke his wrist.
Ill write that story in another section so it is its own "piece" thank you for reading and keeping an open mind
Peace and Love to You and Yours