posted on Mar, 5 2016 @ 11:31 PM
I have had an experience with what could have been described as a "ghost dog"
Here's my story:
This incident had occurred on several occasions, and to at least two people. I would also like to mention that we had no pets while I was living with
my family, in that house.
The first occurrence had happened in the evening. We were cleaning up dinner, most of the family was winding down for the day. It was raining slightly
As I was helping clean up dinner, I began hearing this clicking sound coming from around the backdoor. The entrance to the small 'L' shaped hallway
that leads to the door is attached to the open-concept kitchen. You are first met by a small window when you enter the hallway, a two door closet to
the right, and the thin hallway that runs about 12 feet to the door itself, on the left. While I was in the kitchen, the clicking was very faint.
Initially, my inclination was to assume that the window was cracked open, letting some water pool on the inner ledge of the window, then drip down
onto the floor below.
I go to shut the window, however, upon my arrival I notice that the window is shut. There are no cracks around the window, and I see no water on the
tile below. The sound had stopped. When I first heard the sound, it had been emanating from the spot where I was standing, just before the window.
Suddenly, the clicking begins again. This time coming from just in front of the door. Though, not the sound of a single droplet, but the sound of
nails from a dog's paws, stepping on our tile. I could hear multiple clicking sounds now, and they were walking in my direction. It took me a short
while to realize that something was very 'off', and so I hastily ran away from the area, and up into my room. I came to the conclusion that I needed
to verify what was happening, gathered my wits, and decided to go back down to the hallway. When I arrived, there were no more clicking sounds, and I
would not have experienced this event for at least another year.
The second occurrence happened while I was home alone with my fiancé (now wife). My family is often quite busy, and would be running around doing
whatever they do away from the house. I, on the other hand, enjoy being on my own (with the exemption of my fiancé, of course). My room is on the
second story. Just as you make it up to the top of the stairs, on the left hand side, there are two doors. One to a small room, an office, and to the
left of that is the door that leads you to my room. My fiancé and myself were watching some movies in there, waiting for a pot of water to boil in
the kitchen downstairs. After a few minutes I made my way down there to make some dinner for us.
The kitchen is quite large - around 16 feet by 10 feet in length and width - and a very large island in the center - around 8 feet long by 4.5 feet
wide. From within the kitchen - looking outwards - you can see the entrance to the backdoor-hallway (slightly to the right), a dining area directly
attached to the kitchen on the right, a hallway with three doors in center view (one of those doors leading to the basement), beyond that hallway is
the living room, and to the left you can see the front entrance of the house.
The hallway leading to the living room always gave me an uneasy feeling. However, the basement door and the stairs leading down was the worst.
Whenever any of my siblings, myself, and my fiancé, were to look from either direction of that hallway, viewing into the proceeding rooms past those
doors, there was always this ominous, dark feeling whenever the lights were off. As if something was lurking there, ready to sprint towards us, or
burst out of the glass, basement door.
I had placed our food in the boiling pot of water, the lights were off in the house as I do not like to waste power - despite it getting quite late.
The kitchen also has a dimmer switch in which I don't usually turn on all the way. Needless to say, the house was quite dark, visually. I had not felt
any 'uneasy' feeling, even with my environment being as dark as it was. I began to get the plates and cutlery ready, when I faintly heard that
I turned around quickly, and in the blackened living room at the end of the hallway was the echoing sound of clicking claws. The sound was emitting
from within the living room, but not in a spot where I could actually see what was making it. I could hear the sound of those nails getting louder. It
was getting closer and closer to the hallway. I could hear it making its way to my direction, but I still couldn't see what was making it. I was
becoming very tense, expecting to see this massive wolf-like creature materializing from the room beyond the hallway. The sound of the nails
themselves had a sort of 'weight' to them. The distinguished sound a very large dog's claws makes on hardwood flooring, abnormally large. Whatever it
was didn't 'feel' good, it had a darkness of its own radiating from it. It began to come closer to my direction, passing all the doors in the hallway,
and entering the area just before the kitchen.
I was on the opposite side of the island and it had stopped at a point where I wouldn't be able to see it, even if it was visible. It had cornered me
within the kitchen.
I slowly creeped my way to one side of the island, peaking my head over the top to hopefully see what was coming towards me. I was getting closer and
closer to the end of the island, an area where I would then have to walk the width of the island to get to where it had stopped. That's when the sound
of nails began again. It quickly began walking towards the direction I had chosen too, getting extremely close. It would have been within three feet
of me before I decided I needed to leave, immediately! Running the opposite direction, I flew up the stairs, into my room, and told my fiancé
everything. We gp downstairs together to investigate. We find nothing.
The third experience was my fiancé's. Unfortunately, I do not know a lot of the details. Nevertheless - on a separate night - she was heading towards
the upstairs bathroom; which is down a hallway to the right of the top of the stairs. It was late at night, again, and the lights downstairs were off.
For whatever reason - personally speaking - both staircases in the house have an unnerving feeling to them. She passes the stairwell and makes her way
to the bathroom. As she passes the stairs, she gets one of her 'chilled' feelings. She immediately stops.
She hears the sound of those nails clicking on the hardwood flooring. Turning around, she peers down the staircase, seeing nothing but the darkness of
the floor below. The footsteps continue in what she describes as 'pacing', as if whatever it was was just waiting for something.
She decides to return back to my room and tells me of her experience, and so we go down to investigate. Once more, we find nothing.