Well where do I start, from the beginning of course .

My name is Ashley. It all started when I was sixteen.
I was a boy of sound mind and body. I did not believe in UFO's, ghosts, or anything paranormal.

Then one day my life dramatically changed.......... woosh I woke up in a room that I did not know nor recognise.

The bed the sheets, the walls and a clock were white
when I came round.

I looked at my hands and at that time and I didn't know how to use them and what you called them.

What had happened I had no clue. I didn't even know why I was there or what my name was. Am I dead or alive ?
About two weeks later my memory returned slowly. I was in hospital. I was told I had been in an accident involving my push bike. The sister on the ward informed me that I had died twice, once in the ambulance and again in resus.
Anyway two months after the accident I was back at my flat. I shared my flat with two other people.

As I grew up in care my flat was an annexe attached to the children's care home I had lived in. It is a transition home for children aged 16/17.

On one particular weekend I was on my own in the flat.
My flat mates had gone out for the weekend so I put the key in the lock and turned the key locking the flat door from the inside so no one could get in.

It was a Saturday afternoon. Even though the weather was great, nice and sunny, at about 2pm I was bored and fed up so I went to bed. In my room there was one bed, one chest of draws,one single wardrobe, and a chair.

I had just got into bed when I heard a voice say to me go down stairs and look in a drawer. I pulled a blanket off the bed and got a shock off it. I wrapped it around me and went downstairs and looked in the drawer in the kitchen. I wasn't sure exactly what I was looking for but I did as was instructed by the voice I heard.

I went back to the bedroom and locked the door behind me, got back into the bed and said to this voice its OK its there .

I then thought wait a minute I'm on my own so who am I talking too. I looked under the bed, no one there, I looked in the wardrobe, no one there. I checked the whole flat, and I was right I was on my own.At that time I thought I was going do-lally? Was I loosing my marble's?

Nothing happened for about three months - then things got worse and aggressive .

One evening I was with a friend in Sheffield. It was 11pm and I'd missed the last bus for the night. We lived at opposite ends of Sheffield and there was no way for me to get home so I went back to my friend and asked to stay at his house for the night.
I was to sleep in his spare room. I had just turned out the light then as I got into the bed I saw a black figure standing at the bottom of the bed. The Shadow reached out for my ankles and started pulling me down to the bottom of the bed. I was terrified, only part dressed and frozen stiff. At this point I shot up quickly and the shadow let go of my ankles. It then went into a crouching position on its hands and knees.

The feeling at this time that he was not a pleasant person but something sinister or evil.
Then this figure crawled to the side of the bed and just waited there. To me it seemed like a couple of hours. I was frozen, couldn't move, scared stiff if you need to know .

When faced with this terrifying encounter you have a choice, you can start to try to get up enough courage to fight or run away.
I chose to fight and went for the figure. To my shock it was just a pile of clothes ......
but when I looked at my ankles there were purple finger marks where I was grabbed. Also it must be noted that the positioning of the finger marks proved that someone or something had to have grabbed me.
Due to growing up in care I had a social worker who I showed the bruises to. My social worker was concerned and took me to the doctors.
The bruises were photographed by a Sheffield doctor who then called in the police. The bruises were horrific. The doctor informed South Yorkshire police at the time just after the encounter with the entity.
I thought I was nuts and so did everyone else. No-one believed my explanations of how these bruises appeared on my body and clearly didn't know what to do. To them I guess it was inconceivable that an entity even existed let alone attack me. The doctor referred me to a psychiatrist, who after some sessions said that there was nothing mentally wrong with me and referred me to a medium.
The medium advised me that when I had died it had opened up channels to the other side.

So it all started there. The voices that I heard and the figures that I encountered
were spirits from the other side. It has been going on ever since.
First I had to come to terms with it ,then I had to control it. To this day I cant fathom out why i was involved and why not some one else.
Once you come to to terms with it you have to learn to control the things you see and hear.