I happened to speak to a friend today and for some reason we came to the topic of spooky stories from our life. It happened quite a long time ago and I haven't remembered it for a while, not that I had completely forgotten, it's just one of these experiences that get locked up in the depths of your mind.
There are actually 3 distinctive accounts when I saw a ghostly dog.
The first one was in primary school in the hotel of a school trip. It was in the afternoon (2-3pm) and we were just returning from a walk in the city. We took the elevator so on walking towards our rooms we passed by the stairs (pretty sure they were on our right.) When I looked in their direction I saw the shape of a huge black dog going up, disappearing just around the corner. I thought it was a guest's dog and since it seemed pretty odd, we were in a hotel after all, I told my friend and both of us dashed upstairs to see whether there really was a dog.
I don't know whether she saw it or not, but we went 3 floors up and reached the top and still we saw nothing. (The top was like a ceiling, dark and had no hotel rooms or guest.) The next day, at noon again I went back there, this time alone and I swear I saw the shape of the dog running down the hall. I got pretty scared and ran downstairs. I went to my teacher and told her about it but of course she didn't believe me. I told a few classmates later on and we went looking for it again saw nothing but still ran down the stairs screaming because somebody decided it would be fun to yell out and run away (kids' stuff). Of course because of that little story I was forced to write a 100 times "I will not scare my classmates" and "I will not talk about imaginary things" or something like that. I was pretty sure I really saw something though, still later on dismissed it as a play of light and shadows.
However, a few years later I had an even more realistic experience. Until today I'm not really certain whether I really saw something or I was in a weird state of falling asleep. Even though sleeping seems unlikely to me since I was watching TV, and I have never in my life, fallen asleep in front of the TV.
It was the afternoon around 4 or 5 pm and it had already begun to get dark since it was the late autumn. I was lying on my dad's bed watching a program I used to watch every afternoon (it was around 30 minutes long.) The intro had just ended when I heard something like a growl coming from the direction towards which my head was pointing. The door of the room was there. Naturally I thought it was the fridge since it was just a few steps down the hall and used to let out a loud growling sound when kicking on. Still it sounded somehow different so I slightly looked up catching the shadow of a big dog just in front of the fridge. Instantly my eyes darted forward and remained locked on the ceiling (I was laying on my back.) The sounds of the TV remained in the background almost unnoticeable and all my senses fixed on the growl. I heard it once more and then everything went grave silent apart from the vague sound of light steps. I had frozen in my spot, unable to move and even my heart had slowed its beating. I thought I could almost hear the breath of what looked like a huge black dog made of barely transparent shadows. (It was still pretty bright so it couldn't have been a trick of darkness and the window was pointing eastwards so it wasn't a trick of light either.)
It seemed like time had slowed or even stopped together with my thought. I kept watching it from the corner of my eye as it slowly moved and stopped for a moment looking towards that window towards which my feet were pointing. Next thing I know it twisted it neck, and looking at me, jumped onto the bed. I could barely feel any weight when its paws stopped at my chest but I could feel a heavy presence. I stared in its eyes which I can't really tell the colour. They weren't red or orange as it is said in most legends, maybe a pale yellow or just gray I don't remember. The whole thing was a blob of dark matter and not at all that transparent as in the previous account I mentioned. It seemed almost flesh and blood, but it tended to shimmer and become slightly transparent from time to time.
It growled quietly once more and twisting its neck turned and leaped, disappearing through the window. (The window was closed at the time too.) I remained frozen for a while and I don't really know how much time had passed in total but by the time I became aware of the TV again, the show I was watching had long finished some other thing was running.
Like I said I don't really know whether it was some sort of sleep state or reality or imagination or whatever but one thing I know for sure, despite me being foolishly fearless about pretty much everything (I mean I laugh in face of danger and tell scary stories as a pass time since I remember myself.) just remembering this story makes me freeze in my spot and fear my own shadow. I swear I can even hear the growl behind me again if I keep thinking about it (I know that is a trick of my freaked out mind but it's still quite spooky). Even the chime bell I have on my balcony is freaking me out, that's how scared this makes me.
That was not the last account I saw it though. A few years later, the late afternoon of the spring or late winter, I was walking down the stairs of my building and in the very bottom saw the very vague, very transparent shape of a dog, I think it seemed kind of different but I can't really say since it was too vague. I stared at it for a second and I think it twisted its head to stare back at me but right away I ran up the stairs. I kept seeing a shadow of a dog or hearing barking and growling despite none of the neighbours having a dog, but I think that was more due to my new fear.
I don't remember when I stopped seeing or hearing it, I think it was after I subconsciously blocked it since I got scared out of my mind every time I had to go home when it was getting dark. And ever since we moved from that place I think I haven't seen or heard anything of the sort.
Also when I was little I used to see quite a lot ghostly things, but I think it was due to my overactive imagination. Still the dog thing was way too real and I didn't see it just once. So yeah I don't really know what to make of my "visions" whether to count them as having a grain of truth or simply imagination. I'm not superstitious at all just to say, but I do believe there is something supernatural around in some places.
And I was just curious to know if someone knew more on the topic or had similar experiences (Or knew more on the symbolism of a black dog, other than "the devil" or "death" I mean. I'm pretty alive still and thank God I don't have any tragic deaths around me.) I also considered it being my granpa's old dog which was killed when I was 7, but it was not that huge and was white with light brown spots and long fur. The one I saw looked more like a huge Doberman with a wolf head and short fur.
I don't really know why I am so scared remembering either, I have no logical reason; it's just something I can't control. God it sounds like a really stupid story now that I read it. I apologise for my messy writing too, it's kind of hard to order my thoughts, I haven't really shared it with anybody either after the teacher scolded me and my friend mocked me. Anyways, thank you for reading, I really appreciate it.