My Timeline Of Experiences

It's roughly around 2001-2002, and I was about 5 years old. The odd occurrences began when we moved half an hours drive up north of Bulahdelah, NSW. We went from a small rural town to an even smaller rural town, where we lived roughly 20 minutes on the outskirts of this rural place, in the middle of nowhere.

We visited the property a lot before moving, which started out as an overgrown plot of land at the very, very end of a long dirt road. I used to love visiting, but it wasn't until after construction had finished and the house was finally done that I had odd feelings about the land, and not just the property, but the whole land around the area in general felt off. The bushland was creepy and felt wrong, not to mention dry and dull as if it was devoid of energy. The further down the road you got, the less life seemed to grow, apart from the thick furry trees. It quite literally looked and felt like the kind of bush you'd wind up being murdered in. (Which, funnily enough, the friends I made throughout my years living there all commented at some point on how uneasy they felt down my road as if it was a place to get murdered.)

The first experience I remember after moving in happened just after dinner, I enter my room only to stop dead in my tracks. It just so happened that through the dark out the window was something looking back at me, which I can only describe as a giant black dog. I remember vividly that it was as tall as the window and was leaning so close that it's breath fogged it up. Two front teeth protruded from it's mouth like tusks, had red irises but yellow scleras, deep purple eyelids, drooling so HEAVILY that it looked like a water feature of sorts, and it's whole face looked beyond droopy like a bull dogs. A very big bull dog. I was frozen, I had no idea what in the hell I was looking at here. No facial expression and not a sound came from it, just nothing. Then it blinked, but in slow motion? And that was it, 5 year old me bolted out and down the hallway to mum. I tried to show her but it was just...gone. Mum is by no means a skeptic, but she laughed and brushed it off as a child's overactive imagination. However, the overwhelming feeling of it's presence I had felt told me otherwise.

I never saw it again, but I later learned it was in fact an entity (a friendly one, just a little odd looking) which was connected to meeting someone amazing much, much later in life. Shame I didn't see through the fear as a kid, I stopped being able to look out the window at night, let alone having any blinds open after dark.