Metrist
The Living Force
One paranormal experience story I have is about my two dogs...
In my kitchen one day I noticed one of my dogs staring, standing motionless - I don't recall his exact behaviors, like barking, growling, tail wagging ect., but it caught my attention. I asked what he was looking at, and he'd glance at me quickly then look back at the corner. His demeanor was not aggressive, but curious, looking intently, with soft whimpers.
And I noticed other times when both dogs would behave strangely in the kitchen, and the other dog was more aggressive and would bark and growl. It was strange, and so I'd get my dogs minds off the area by letting them outside.
It would happen when I was at work - these episodes in the kitchen - as I found some of the sheetrock wall was gnawed at, and the paper layer torn off - like my dog was trying to get through the wall.
So I knew there was something strange about that corner of the kitchen. Haunted maybe? So, there were two people who died in the house... my dad, who died of cancer, and one of his friends, who was killed by a knife to the neck - by my aunt. And my dad built the house, so that eliminates previous residents. But it was on a lot that had a cabin on it, so it could be a ghost from a resident in the cabin - which isn't the same place as the area where the dogs behave strangely.
Anyway, I thought about the two who died in the house, and it gave me no reason to fear because they were good. And I never noticed anything - except through my dogs, so I just don't feel worried about it.
A strange thing did occur, but it was only strange in hindsight.... I bought a knife sharpener at the store that was marked down 75% and sharpened all my kitchen knives... I often went to dads to play cards and brought the sharpener to sharpen my dads knives... well, the murder took place a weekend after, and with a knife I'd sharpened - I assume. I often went to dads to at least stop by - or play cards, but the weekend of this murder, I chose not to, because I didn't want to breath their smoke from their cigarettes as everyone smoked.
Some time after my dogs died, I noticed a neighborhood dog outside my house, sitting, facing the kitchen area of the house.... just looking strange like my dogs before.
In my kitchen one day I noticed one of my dogs staring, standing motionless - I don't recall his exact behaviors, like barking, growling, tail wagging ect., but it caught my attention. I asked what he was looking at, and he'd glance at me quickly then look back at the corner. His demeanor was not aggressive, but curious, looking intently, with soft whimpers.
And I noticed other times when both dogs would behave strangely in the kitchen, and the other dog was more aggressive and would bark and growl. It was strange, and so I'd get my dogs minds off the area by letting them outside.
It would happen when I was at work - these episodes in the kitchen - as I found some of the sheetrock wall was gnawed at, and the paper layer torn off - like my dog was trying to get through the wall.
So I knew there was something strange about that corner of the kitchen. Haunted maybe? So, there were two people who died in the house... my dad, who died of cancer, and one of his friends, who was killed by a knife to the neck - by my aunt. And my dad built the house, so that eliminates previous residents. But it was on a lot that had a cabin on it, so it could be a ghost from a resident in the cabin - which isn't the same place as the area where the dogs behave strangely.
Anyway, I thought about the two who died in the house, and it gave me no reason to fear because they were good. And I never noticed anything - except through my dogs, so I just don't feel worried about it.
A strange thing did occur, but it was only strange in hindsight.... I bought a knife sharpener at the store that was marked down 75% and sharpened all my kitchen knives... I often went to dads to play cards and brought the sharpener to sharpen my dads knives... well, the murder took place a weekend after, and with a knife I'd sharpened - I assume. I often went to dads to at least stop by - or play cards, but the weekend of this murder, I chose not to, because I didn't want to breath their smoke from their cigarettes as everyone smoked.
Some time after my dogs died, I noticed a neighborhood dog outside my house, sitting, facing the kitchen area of the house.... just looking strange like my dogs before.