I have had many experiences with ghosts or the paranormal. I have been told by my uncles and cousins that this is inherent in our family. My grandfather could see and communicate with these "entities", my father can feel and see them, I can also feel and see them. This bothered me when I was in a very young age because I could not understand why the people around me could not see them and they were right in front of us. As far as I can remember, my first encounter was when I was 2-3 years old, I know you would say that it's impossible to remember as far as that, but I honestly do.
We lived that time in the city (Cebu City) in a rental house. It was situated in the heart of the city and no one would think that this would occur in a noisy place such as that. As a kid I was really mischievous when it was meal time. I would run around the house and let my nanny run after me. It was during these times that I would see a very pretty lady smiling at me from the top of the staircase. She was all dressed in a pretty white dress. I could not see her face clearly, it seemed like a blur or a mist was covering it but, being a kid, I just ignored it. Despite the way her face appeared I could tell that she was pretty, I felt it more than see it though. I told my nanny about this but she would not believe me and say that no one was there and that it was just my imagination. Well I just took what she said as true because she was an adult.
Now this went on for a few months. Sometimes when I was just watching TV, I would see her smiling and beckoning me. Of course since I do not know her, I would just shake my head and she would leave. Now the most vivid memory that I had was when one day I was in the receiving room playing with my toy cars (if I would look up I can perfectly see the whole staircase). I was just enjoying myself playing with the toys when I looked up I saw her again. She was sitting on the stairs and was calling and beckoning me. I ran away and went out of the house because I was getting scared. When I peeped at the door, she was still on the stairs just smiling as usual. I slowly entered the house and tried to run to the kitchen when I saw her stand up and called me, I was suddenly frozen in place. I could not move, could not scream, I could not even hear anyone else. I saw her starting to move up the stairs and I really felt something bad was happening but did not know what.
When I woke up I was already in the hospital. I was confused as to what had happened. I was really scared and clutched my father. I told them what I saw and felt, but they told me that I was sick and that it was all just a bad dream, but deep inside I knew that it was not a dream and that it really happened. The pretty lady in white wanted to take me with her and that landed me in the hospital.
Later years I retold the story to my mother, she told me that I had a convulsion which caused the hallucination. Come to think of it, a hyper active child, like I was, no sign of even the slightest fever on that day suddenly had convulsions. I attributed it to the experience that I had.
This I confirmed when I was already in 5th grade. By this time we transferred house and we lived next door. It was a bigger and a better house. One night I woke up at around 1am I felt restless and I felt like someone was calling me, even though I could not hear my name. I stood up and drank some water, I had a glass by my bed, then I was just drawn to the window. My room was located on the second floor of the house, so I had a nice view of the small backyard below. On the yard, there is a water tank, beside the tank is a small tree. And there she was, the pretty girl in white beside the tree looking up at me smiling. After all the years she still looks the same. No change at all, still pretty and I could see her face now and she was lovely. She still was beckoning me and still wants me to go with her. But now I know better, I know that she is not from our plane and that going with her would mean my demise.
That was the last time that I saw her but it was not the end of my paranormal experiences. In fact it was just the beginning...