I'd like to preface this by stating that I've always been open to the possibility of the paranormal. Though never fully in the "believer" camp, I figured that just because nothing had never happened to me, didn't mean that the same was true for italicseveryone. Maybe that's why it chose me, not picking one side or the other.. I left myself vulnerable.
The house I live in is located in a small, semi-quiet suburb just south of Seattle. I share my home with my boyfriend, brother, sister-in-law, and our dogs. My dog's name is Dude, and for the most part, this story is about him.
Dude is a 2 year old rescue pit-bull. My boyfriend and I adopted him as a puppy and at 75 lbs, he is by no means a small dog. He's a calm, sweet dog and recently, he's been acting strange.
The first time it happened, we thought he heard something outside and got spooked. My boyfriend and I were getting ready for bed and Dude refused to come into our room. We were more than a little bit confused seeing as we refer to our bed as "The bed Dude so kindly shares with us". My boyfriend called for Dude and he walked up to our door, sitting just outside the threshold, and stared at us. No, not at us,italicspassed us, at the window.
Our bedroom window is on the wall opposite our bedroom door. If you look outside, you can see most of our front door and the back of the neighbors house. Needless to say, the shades are always drawn. Dude sat there, staring at the window for a long while, then suddenly bolted for the front door. His hackles were raised and he was growling.
I turned and peeked through the blinds to see if I could determine if there was anything outside that may have set the dog off, but I didn't see anything. Meanwhile in the living room my dog was bouncing off the door trying to get outside. This is extremely abnormal behavior for my dog, so my boyfriend and I decided to take him seriously. I grabbed my gun from the top shelf of my closet and walked out to the living room, my boyfriend followed me with a bat. I let the dog outside and followed him around the back lot, hoping he would lead us to the source of his anxiety. Dude ran to the back corner of our property, around the garage and the shed, down the driveway, into the front yard. I followed him and there was nothing. No neighborhood cats, no prowlers, no raccoons. Just. Nothing.
My boyfriend and I turned to go back into the house, calling Dude to follow. When we didn't hear the jingle of his tags, we looked back. Dude stood there, stock still staring at the front door to the house. I call him again, bribing him with treats and telling him to go inside. He bolts back toward the cars, not wanting to go into the house. My boyfriend ended up carrying Dude back into the house like a scared toddler.
Once inside, he continued to refuse to go into the bedroom of his own accord, Dude was scooped up, plopped onto the bed and the door shut behind him. I somehow managed to fall asleep, despite Dude standing by our door staring at us. No, not at us, through us.
Months go by without incident, we had all but forgotten about it entirely. Then, the other night, it happened again. This time, Dude planted himself on his dog bed in the living room and refused to move. Instead of forcing him into the room with us, we let him be and left the bedroom door open.
At 3 am my eyes shot open. My heart was pounding, even though I'm sure I wasn't dreaming, and my mouth was dry. I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water. As I'm approaching the refrigerator, I see something move in my peripheral vision. I whip my head around, expecting to see my brother lurking in the hall, on the way to the bathroom or or kitchen, but there's nothing there. I get my drink and decide to check up on my dog, maybe see if I can convince him to come back to the room to snuggle with us. I was feeling uneasy and wanted the comfort of my dog.
I walk up to the couch Dude is sleeping on, head pointed to the door. "My sweet little guard dog." I thought. I leaned down to give him some scratches. Just before my hand made contact with his head, I froze. I could feel something watching me and I was suddenly very cold. I started to turn around, moving slower than I intended. At first, I couldn't see anything. I didn't have my glasses on and the living room was very dark. I started to relax, dismissing my feelings as paranoia until Dude began to growl. I looked down at him as he stood up on the couch cushion, baring his teeth, something I had never seen him do before. I followed his gaze to the door-less closet next to the front door where we kept our shoes. It was darker than it should be, and the darkness was moving closer.
I was paralyzed as it moved toward me. My breath caught in my throat, I couldn't move, I couldn't scream. I just stood there in terror, my dog snarling like a wild animal, and me feeling like all of the air had been sucked from the room. The shadow began to swell and I felt like I was going to pass out. As I was about to give in, my dog launches himself through the figure, snarling like italicsCujo, and as he lands he skids into the front door with a THUD. The darkness disappears and I fall to my knees, gasping. From the other room, my brothers dog starts to bark from the commotion.
I look up as my Boyfriend comes flying around the corner, asking me what had happened. I didn't know what to say or how to explain.. So I lied. I told him I banged my knee into the coffee table, startling the dog out of his sleep. My boyfriend helps me up and we go back to bed. To my surprise, Dude follows us into the room. I still felt cold and scared, but for now, I didn't feel like I was being watched. We got into bed and Dude laid in the crook of my bent legs, using my knees as a pillow. His eyes fixed on our bedroom door. He's a good dog.
Submitted February 04, 2017 at 07:05AM by Ataxia0916 http://ift.tt/2kqXEdk nosleep
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