So last time I wrote here I explained about my church experience. After that specific experience I encountered more and more paranormal events. Whether the camp opened up my eyes or opened me up to something else, I don't know. Luckily none of the events have been malicious or as scary as the first, but they certainly have been interesting.
In my previous story I wrote how I never had any run ins with anything despite my fascination until I was 14 years old, and while thinking of the wording for my next story I was hit with the memory of seeing shadows when I was younger, in my childhood house. I used to see dark shadows in the corners of my eyes. I could never look at them directly, but if I stared in the same direction without moving they would sometimes completely block my view (and as soon as I blinked they would disappear for a second and then return in the corner of my eyes). It never bothered me as a child, as I didn't know any better, but now I'm not sure what they were?
That was in my childhood house. When my parents got divorced, my father moved several towns away and we moved closer to other family. There were incidents in both houses, but I will start with the one at my father's house:
We would visit my father every second weekend and when we were at his house we went to the church (and I to the Youth Group) that I had my Church Camp experience with. We stopped going there after that weekend. My father and step mom were reborn Christians, staunchly so, and she always swore that she saw angels and spirits in the house. That wasn't entirely comforting as a 14 year old, but I didn't let my imagination run away with me. One weekend I was there, I was walking down the stairs from my room. The stairs were "L" shaped, and I was looking at a painting on the wall by the bend of the stairs when out the bottom of my eye, I saw our one dog trot down the stairs past me. My jeans has even moved where she brushed past me. I wasn't looking at her directly but greeted her. The side door was close to the stairs so when she wasn't at the bottom by the time I got there, I assumed she had run outside already.
The day went by and I was helping my father prepare supper. I was sitting by the breakfast nook cutting meat when again I saw and felt our dog run past me again, heading towards the garage passage. I bent down to greet her and try give her a pat before she disappeared but she wasn't there. My father asked me who was I talking to and I told him, and he explained to me that our dog was outside having her dinner. To this day I don't know what it was I actually saw, but I KNOW that there was something. That was the only experience I personally had at his house, although in their new house they do have a resident ghost (who I have never seen). Any thoughts?
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If you want a completely alternative perspective...
According to our experience (by "our" I mean Muslims) generally entities take the form of dogs, although they can take practically any form; like shapeshifters. And generally entities like to enter our homes in order to live in it because it's a better life.
And generally these entities will leave no stone unturned to ensure they aren't kicked out - by hook or by crook, so they will resort to deception, by taking the shape of a deceased person or animal of the place so people will be more likely to accept them.
And since they live for many many years longer than humans and they are invisible to our eyes, they tend to be able to know our secrets and things of us and our families which only a specific person will know, and then they exploit this knowledge and impersonate that deceased person...