Saturday, October 31, 2015

The Ghost of the Black Dog by SpookyLady InSanDiego

“When I was 7 or 8 years old,” said my friend Rose, “I woke up one morning to find a black dog next to my bed. It looked like our neighbor’s dog, Lucky. I screamed and ran out of my room. My brothers came running in to see what was wrong; I told them Lucky was in my room. They searched the house but the dog wasn’t there.”

Rose also told me about another ghostly dog she had an experience with. “My auntie had a dog called Skip,” she said. “When Skip died he was buried outside in the garden. My sister slept in my aunt’s bedroom and said she heard the sound of a dog panting and felt it walking on the bed. My aunt used to let Skip sleep on the bed with her, so maybe it was Skip’s ghost making a visit.”

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