Before I begin there are a few things I would like to point out. The following experience I had encountered is one I believe that had something to do with my father, whom passed away June 3rd, 2008. His birthday was none other then today, January 13th. I find it peculiar that out of nowhere I got inspired to look up ghost stories (to find some similar to mine) not even an hour ago (it now being 12:55 am on Jan 13th).
Not long after my father had passed away I was home alone one afternoon preparing some eggs to be boiled. I turned the unit on high (because I'm terribly impatient) and dumped the eggs in the pan with the lid of the pan lying near by. My mom then gave me a call and being as easily distracted as I am, I wondered off into the living room sitting down to chat with her. As we all know, eggs are to be boiled on low for roughly 15 minutes with the lid on, this being something my father was anal about doing. After a good 20 or so minutes went by when I heard the water begin to boil heavily. I snapped out of my seat and ran to the kitchen to see that the lid, I was certain I had left off, was actually on. I shrugged it off and ran to shut off the heat. Though the eggs should have been more then well cooked, I came to discover they were actually perfect. The yokes weren't under or over cooked. This may be minor to anyone, but it creeped me out. Here comes the real kicker. I consider myself a skeptic so, when the above experienced happened I didn't think much of it at the time.
Not long after that, maybe a week or two, I was in bed way off in dream-land. Before my not-so-fun smack into reality I remember I was dreaming that I was in bed, laying down talking to a friend of my brothers who was walking around in my room. From my vision he approached me, asking me something relatively friendly. As he came towards me it appeared he was going to sit on the edge of my bed by my legs and reach towards my face as he did so. In that moment the dream shifted into reality. My eyes sprung open and there was no one there. Not even a second later a horrid pressure clung to my neck. Never in my life had I ever believed that a "ghost", something I had a hard time believing in to begin with, could be physical. I was being physically and intentionally choked. Natural reaction for anyone would be to move. When I tried too, I couldn't. I put all my thinking power into moving my big toe and not even that could happen. It was like I was under a spell where there was no part on my body that I could move but my eyeballs. I still remember how intense my brain burned to move my fingers. With all my vocal strength I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My thoughts then turned to my father and I tried to say his name but I couldn't, for goodness sake I was actually being choked and couldn't say anything. Finally I was able to get "dad" out of my voice, but very shallow like. As if whatever presence was there choking me had heard, it backed off. I felt my body relax back into my possession. I cried like the biggest baby would.
If I was to make a theory about what happened next I would almost say that by saying that I only made the evidently evil presence angrier because only a few seconds later the intense paralyzing pressure returned right back to where it was before. The same thing as before continued on and I was becoming frantic, actually wondering if I was going to die and no one was ever going to know how I died. I felt like my only chance was to call for help from my father, so again I tried to call out. It took a lot longer for my voice to get it out but I was able to get "dad, help me" to escape my lips. Moments later the choking discontinued and I had my body back. I probably cried for a good hour, maybe more.
I had a hard time coping with this, and I'm sure most people would pass this up as a far fetched story, but this a true, factual story and I stand by it 100%. In posting this story, I hope to find serious people who have experienced something similar, or people who may be able to tell me what had happened or point me in the direction of finding it out. Thank you for reading my experience.