Before the incident I should provide you with some context. I live in Bangladesh. I am an eighteen years old guy. I am also atheist/ agnostic.
When this story took place, I was seven years old and in second grade. I lived with my father, mother and my sister. My father is a teacher of a cadet college, a series of well known, semi-military residential schools in Bangladesh. Back when this incident took place, he worked in Jhenaidah cadet college, Jhenaidah, of south western Bangladesh. He was a lecturer there.
Back when I lived there, Jhenaidah cadet college was half engulfed into the Sundarbans. Sundarbans is the largest mangrove forest in the world. It is basically a salty swamp. Stories about the supernatural phenomenons inside sundarbans are widely known in our country.
The house we were given by the cadet college has a history. During the liberation war of Bangladesh in 1971, Jhenaidah cadet college was an active battle field and Pakistani soldier's encampment. They had used some of the residential quarters available at that time to dump the bodies of the people they had massacred. Our house was one of those. They had found seventeen bodies in this house.
Suspicious things would often happen. Every few weeks, there would be one or more nights when there would be banging, and scraping on the doors every few minutes. Deep into the night, there would even be groaning and moaning sounds. My parents always discarded them as the wind. I did too. But my sister would always get startled when it happened. My sister and I shared a room.
My sister was admitted into another cadet college when she was twelve. So she went away, leaving me to sleep alone in the room. I was six then.
One night, when I was seven, my parents were out for an office party. I was doing my homework. It was summer, and due to voltage shortage, the fans in the house were spinning really slowly, so it was hot inside the house. After finishing my homework, I came outside on the porch, turning the light of the porch on. Again due to voltage shortage, the light was meager.
I walked around on the porch for a few moments and remembered that I had left the fan of my room running. As I entered the house, leaving the front door open, I heard something that sounded like distant thunder. I paid little mind, as thunderstorms are quite common in the summer in Bangladesh. Thinking back on it; I should have. All the windows in the house were open. It took me about ten seconds to go to my room, turn off the fan and come back.
It was when I came back to the threshold of the front door and let my eyes adjust to the meager light outside and the darkness beyond, did I see the creature just at the edge of the porch.
It stood bipedal like a human. If you told me to guess, I'd say it was seven to eight feet in height. It's body was covered in what looked like black fur. It's head was that of a dog. I cannot tell you which breed, but one with a long face and pointy ears. It had yellow eyes. We stared at each other for a while. It bared its (pointy) teeth a little and made that sound that I thought was distant thunder.
I unfroze and immediately closed and bolted the door, went to the kitchen, and turned up all the stoves. Then I grabbed the copy of the Quran that we had and hid in the cupboard. My parents had to bang on the door for fifteen long minutes when they came back.
Now for the disclaimers:
I was seven. I might have seen one thing and thought another. It could have been a case of pareidolia.
There are hoolock gibbons in sundarbans. They have black fur, but I can not imagine one being so large and having a canine face. Then again, I was scared and that can affect my perception.
Or someone might've been playing a prank on me.
We lived in that house for three more years. The rest of the paranormal activity went on normally, but they affected me differently after the dog man. I didn't suddenly start being terrified of them, but I was more wary.
Something else happened in the meantime, to both me and my sister. I will not be sharing that experience right now as it bothers my sister quite a lot.
What do you think it was? And what do you think would have happened if I didn't bolt the door?
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