To start this off, I have had numerous experiences with paranormal/ghost activities and welcome more to invade my space for communication.
Let me tell you a bit about who I am and the reason for my fascination.
The thing about ghosts is that parents tend to tell scary stories and it raises the worst fear in kids. It did so with me until I realized at a very young age that after 2 or 3 experiences, I was actually semi in charge of the situations and I haven't been harmed. I realized, that even with parents' ghost stories scaring me, from my first encounter I had no fear. I was calm. And until this day stay calm at all times.
I eventually started noticing when energies were around me and I would just speak. A few years ago I did Ghost Hunts (literally) which I offered to international and local tourists and I managed to gain the trust of spirits to show themselves 99% of the time on cameras.
I understand the spirits. I have no idea why since a young age I've never been scared when I was contacted although I suspect for some reason I have always had the ability to feel safe around them.
To go back to the beginning:
I was as young as 5 years of age when I had my first encounter. Now, please don't judge this event as this is not your particular Ghost Story. But I'll leave it up to you to make your own decision. I remember this as if it happened yesterday and it is ever since this experience that I had the attraction to the other side.
I went to visit my cousin, who was 4 years old at the time, during a school holiday. She and I were very close. More like siblings. We shared everything. We had no secrets.
We shared her bed as kids where she slept with her head at the head side and I slept with my head at the foot side of the bed. We were small so more than enough space on a single bed.
We were chatting away, laughing and just talking about general things when suddenly she stopped talking. I sensed her sitting up and asked her what was wrong. She responded by telling me that she suddenly felt ill and got sick on her pillow. She didn't know why. We were laughing and chatting a minute ago.
So, in the dark, I sat up and leaned over towards her and I remember her taking my hand and physically made me feel where she got ill as I figured she was joking. No-one just suddenly gets nauseous and gets sick. Really?
So I felt where she got sick on the pillow and told her to turn the pillow around. I mean, everyone in the house have gone to sleep and she didn't come across as ill after she turned the pillow over.
She laid back down and so did I... We still continued chatting and suddenly, within a few seconds, she was quiet. I thought something was wrong as she was wide awake a few seconds ago.
I raised my head off my pillow to check on her and on the metal head board, sat a figure, like a frog on a branch. It was a human figure however it seemed like a dog's head. I looked at this and thought I'm imagining things until it moved... It climbed off the side of the bed (towards my left) without touching my cousin.
My this time I knew I'm not imagining. I was actually fascinated with this strange looking figure which sat above my cousin's head and then climbed off...
As it reached the ground it took a full shape of a dog, and walked towards me on my left.
I laid down on my left side as to still being able to see the dog. It was big.
It's head was a bit higher than the bed, level with my face. It stopped next to me, about 30cms away from the bed and just stood there.
Yet, I stayed calm and watched this dog just standing there, staring at me.
I had to know what was going on.
I reach out slowly towards it, hand in a fist... It moved it's head towards me and I connected it's nose lightly with my fist...
I connected with something solid!
I pulled back, closed my face and screamed: "Go away! Leave me alone!"
My aunt came rushing into the bedroom and switched on the light - the dog disappeared.
I somewhat explained to my aunt what happened but how do you get an adult to believe you? I was just told that it was a bad dream...
I fell asleep, eventually after my aunt left and switched off the bedroom light.
The next morning I woke with a dry patch of mucus on my knuckles. The exact spot I touched the dog's wet nose with.
'Til this day I have questions regarding this evening.
Why was it there? Why didn't it try to hurt me? It was clearly there for me as it made my cousin ill and put her to sleep within seconds... Why didn't it attack me?
But one thing's for sure that, since that evening, I have had a more open mind towards ghosts although this was no ordinary spirit. This was something else and I have been attempting contact with it since 2010.
Strangely enough, I was informed of this site today (30 Sept 2015)... On the day I find the address of the house my aunt and uncle stayed in... Where I came face-to-face with some spirit.
Many people say it was a Demon... I wouldn't know, but all I know is that I wasn't afraid to approach it. It didn't scare me. I've had the fascination with it ever since... I'm still searching to contact it.