Who Kicked The Dog?

This story happened about 12 years ago. I think I was about 14 or 15 at the time.

My older sister, who is a year older than me, and I were both afraid of the dark. I know 15 is a little old for that, but hey it happens. Anyway even though we both had our own bedrooms we both opted to sleep in the same room, in the same bed. When we were kids we used to stay up all night having puppet shows with our stuffed animals, called the Eddie and Wrinkles show, we even took them to the world series! I have no idea why I just wrote that!

Before I share my story I would like to give a brief description of the house. It's a one level 3 bedroom one bathroom house. When you walk in the front door, you can either walk straight into the kitchen or turn right and go into the living room. When you walk to through the kitchen or living room, you come to and intersection, for lack of a better word, you can turn left and go down the stairs to the basement. On your immediate right is the smallest bedroom, and the one my sister, and I were sleeping in at the time, or you can go straight. Just past the stairs on the left is the bathroom and then the second bedroom and at the end of the hall is the master bedroom.

At the time we had a small dog named Zoe and she was a mix between a Mini American Husky and a Poodle. This one night my sister and I were asleep in the small bedroom that shared a wall with the living room and our dog Zoe was sleeping in the middle of the floor. It was the middle of the night, probably 2 or 3 a.m. When all of a sudden Zoe let out this terrible yelp like someone had kicked her in the ribs and took off into the living room. At the exact moment she yelped the light turned on full blast waking us both up. This is the type of light that has a dimmer on it so you have to twist it all the way and click it. We were both so terrified that we slept with the light on the rest of the night and Zoe refused to go back into the room.

More recently my sister had a baby boy, Cooper who is 15 months old and the love of my life! AND yay she's pregnant again! When Cooper was about 4 months old he started sleeping through the night no problem, with out a peep and my sister started letting my mom take him over night. The strange thing about that is whenever Cooper would sleep at my mom's house he would wake up screaming and inconsolable. I think one or both of my deceased Uncles were just checking up on him and scared him.

In January of this passed year I moved out of my parents house, finally! Right before I moved out I was asleep in my room which was the second back bedroom across from the master. Now my dad is the type of guy who ALWAYS has to say hello. It's really frustrating if you're just getting up to get a drink or use the washroom because it really wakes you up.

Anyway, this one night I had to get up to go to the bathroom and I was walking down the hall towards the kitchen. From the hall you can see directly into the kitchen and living room. I look towards the kitchen and I can see the dark shadow of someone standing in the kitchen with his arms folded across his chest, one leg crossed in front and leaning against the kitchen chair looking at me. Initially I thought it was my dad, but like I said HE ALWAYS HAS TO TALK TO YOU! However, when this "shadow thing" didn't say anything to me, just stood there looking at me I flicked on the light switch and poof... Nothing was there. It was gone! I just shrugged my shoulders and went about my business. When I told my mom about it the next day she called my sister and had her bless the house with holy water and since then Cooper has slept through the night at my parents house.

I wonder if this "shadow thing" followed me when I moved out and that's what I saw in my other story "My Boyfriend's Eating Pizza and I can't move". Just a thought.