I know this may sound unbelievable. Heck, it may even sound a bit crazy. But... I know it wasn't just a simple figment of my childish imagination. I know that I didn't just dream it up. I know, because I wasn't the only one who saw it, the ghost dog.
I was two years old when I first saw it. I know young. I still can't believe I remember this experience of mine. I remember waking up next to my mother, climbing off of the bed, and walking to the kitchen to get myself a "bubba" of chocolate milk. I was the size of a four year old, mind you, and knew how to do little things like this. I heard an eerie voice behind me, and looked up. In the vent above the cabinet on the right wall, there was a dog. I remember it being brown, with human brown eyes, and very sharp yellow teeth. "I'm going to come get you." It mocked. Almost immediately, I knew it was bad. It glared at me with such hate. I screamed and ran to my mother, telling her immediately what had happened. She comforted me, and got me to go back to sleep.
Another incident (of many) I had with this "dog" was about two weeks later. I took a short nap, and when I woke up, it was laying down next to me, on its side. Its back was turned to me. I was frightened, and shut my eyes. When I woke up once more, it was gone.
I know my story may seem unbelievable, but it's true. If you've ever had a similar experience, I'd love to hear about it. Though, there may not be another like mine. I've never heard of another like this.
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The other person who had seen the dog was my older brother, of whom was ten at the time. I had forgotten to put this in there as I was typing this small experience of mine. He had seen it one time, when we were in the kitchen. That's where it usually stayed: In the kitchen or in my mother's room. I don't recall where, or when, but he confronted me about it when he overheard my mom and I talking about it.
My brother would not joke about it. He was always a serious person.
I never watched scary movies as a small child - My father would not allow it. If it was simply my imagination, where in the world would I dream this up? A two year old, dreaming up THAT? I think not.