I Was Attacked

Being a paranormal investigator, I love going any place where ghosts may be. A few years ago, my group joined another group of seasoned ghost hunters. We were interested in investigating an old tuburculosis hospital in North Arkansas. As I finished up assigning everyone to their floors and duties, I was excited about going to the fourth floor. As is our custom, we investigate potential haunted places before hand so we'll know the stories behind the location. Through reading stories about this old hospital, there was one story that caught my eye. I found out that this story occured on the fourth floor, so of course when my group reached the fourth floor my adrenaline started pumping. We made our way from one end of the hall, slowly to the other end. Finally we reached the area I so eagerly wanted to check out. The "cage", it housed the most violent patients, the were two cages on each floor. So a small group of us sat down in the cage. Two men sat across from my lady friend and I, as usual I was quiet not saying anything, but listening to the others talking. My friend started taunting the spirit, the men weren't up for the possibilities of what could happen so they stood up and left. We continued sitted there on the filthy concrete floor. My friend was saying things to try to get the spirit to interact with us. After about ten minutes, I felt something around my throat, slowly I was being lifted off of the floor by my neck. My friend finally noticed when I didn't answer her, as she looked at me and noticed I was off the floor and was making the universal signal for choking, she started yelling at the spirit to leave me alone. Then I was dropped to the ground, as I gasped for air. The spirit attacked me like he had his victims when he was alive. He would go for the ones who couldn't or wouldn't fight back. Usually creeping up behind them and grabbing them around there necks in a choke hold. He had been put in the "Cage" because he had killed a room mate at the hospital and was found, eating body parts of that room mate. A cannabolist, a murderer and stalker, and a threat to society. Though he did attack me, he didn't scare me off. After I got my breath back and rested up a bit, I decided to have my group do a smudging ritual on me. I was determined to make contact with this individual, so I returned to the floor floor an hour later. Went back into the cage and asked him to try the attack again, now that I knew that he was there and could mange to get the incredible amount of strength it took to do what he had previously to me. I asked him to be a man and not be so quiet, and to talk into our recorders and tell us his story. Pictures were being taken as they had been all night. Previously nothing had showed up. But in one photo, there on my neck was a orb. Spirit energy, I believe he was angry and if it had not been for the smudging ritual, that he would have attacked me again. I had not been notified that the group previously assigned to that floor had left a video recorder running not far down the hall way. So my attack was caught on tape, so proof of my story is available. Needless to say, as with many of our haunted visits, we performed a cleasing ritual before leaving the location. I sure didn't want to take any evil spirits or any spirits home to my family. This was my worst experience as a ghost hunter, but has also been an excellent way of proving that spirits do exists among us. They just want to be seen and heard. In no way did this experience keep me form doing what I love doing, ghost hunting:)