It was in 2012 at 9.30AM on a Saturday morning, John was having a lye in, and reading a book written by Frederick Forsyth, The Day of the Jackal. He placed the book down on the table by the side of the bed, and was considering going downstairs to make himself a cup of tea, when there was a tremendous kick, or what seemed like a kick from under the bed, it was so violent the force penetrated the mattress and hurt John's back, he jumped out of bed in both shock and terror and looked under his bed. Nothing. John was not a believer in the paranormal or poltergeists.
He went back to bed, and sat up contemplating what it could have been.
Then a force so great, pushed him back into the lying position, he was being held down, he could not move a limb or his head, he screamed out, please let me go, then he was tossed in the air like a rag doll and landed on his front and was pinned down unable to move again, he cried out, Oh God get this evil from me, and the weight slowly diminished, as a chilled breeze passed through the room.
Ashford House, will be the subject of a book to be published shortly.