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From: Parnell@Fwva.Saic.Com
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories
Subject: Animals and odd events
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Date: Wed, 15 Jun 1994 09:12:59 GMT
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The most intriguing "ghost/odd" events I have experienced were
ones that the animals in my house also confirmed/shared/reacted...
and to me that made it "more real".  I tend to believe that 
animals can sense things that we can't and when these events occurred
in my house, the fact that the dogs or dogs and cat also responded
made me feel that the events were not only in my mind..or
that I "interpreted' normal events in a abnormal way, but that something
did indeed really happen.
Growing up in an old house in upstate NY, we had quite a few
odd experiences.  To the point where I and some of my family 
members definitely believe that there was something "ghostly" or
someone that was haunting the house.   
 
When many of the events I was involved in also disturbed the
dog(s)/cat then I was more assurred that something really did
occur that was odd....  as I was young (8-13), I always tended
to think that it could have been my imagination except for the 
fact that the animals went nuts in most of the occurrences.
  
As an example, one night (abt 8:00 pm), I was watching TV on the
first floor w/ my mother asleep in a bedroom on the same floor.
My sister (~15-17) was upstairs in her bedroom (where after she 
moved out and I moved in - was the place we most heard "odd"
noises when no one was in the room.  I never heard the "ghost"
moving around when Pat occupied the room but only after when
I had moved in.  They always occured when I or I and my mother
were alone in the house and on the 1st floor (i.e., not 
in the bedroom from which the noises came. Only once did
they occur when we were upstairs.....another story.)  
  At the rear of the house is a backdoor that leads 2 steps
up to the 1st floor in the kitchen or down into a very
spooky basement (about 15 stairs down). 
  Well, I heard noise at the back door, and all of a sudden
both dogs (a lab and a husky) ran to the kitchen door (shut,
leading to the level (landing) at which the backdoor opened to..
and leading to the basement...
well, I kept hearing a little noise and the dogs were really
acting territorial and as if someone were there, so I ran up
to my older sister's room and told her that there were noises like
someone had come in and was on the backdoor landing....and the dogs
seemed to think so also....
  Pat realized that she would have to ck it out, since my mother 
was sleeping (she was recovering from a bad car accident where she
had lost her leg, and was not to be disturbed).  So Pat and I 
jokingly (but under the jokes was seriousness) gone into my Mom's
bedroom and quietly took my Dad's shotgun down from the gun rack..
it was unloaded but it made us laugh at how someone would 
react to seeing the shotgun.  
  we walked into the kitchen and Pat opened the kitchen door that
lead to the landing....the backdoor was shut and locked, but the 
dogs immediately BOLTED down into the basement, barking and 
acting as if they were on the trail of something...
  Pat and I slowly (I was scared - I hated that basement, and 
the stairs only had boards running horizontal, so that you could
hide under them and grab someone's ankles as they walked down...
that ALWAYS came to my mind when I descended those stairs...)
Pat and I slowly walked down, reached the light switch and turned
the room lights on...(there were 3 rooms in the basement, this
was only one..).  The dogs were in the corner, standing 3-4 feet
from the corner of the room, growling, with their back hairs on end,
and Nothing was there.....
 Pat and I looked at each other, looked back at the corner where 
the two dogs were fiercly reacting to something that we could not
see....and realized that something that we could not perceive
with our eyes was deeply disturbing the dogs...then with unspoken
words, we both immediately turned and ran as fast as we could up those
stairs, bolting the door.   
   
When the dogs tried to follow us, and we had shut the kitchen door, they
both (uncharacteristically) began to whine and scratch the door
urgently....Pat quickly unbolted the door, let them in, and reshut/locked
the door.  We both then moved as far away from the door as possible into
the opposite corner of the house and just sat and wispered ....as to 
what had happened/what we experienced......
   it was awful....so scarey........
She and I ended up sleeping together in her room, trying not to think
about what happened...and we never spoke about it until years later
when my Mom and I started telling her about the noises that were
happening in the house.....
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