I wrote a childhood experience awile back titled "My First EVP" that started by saying I recently had an experience that brought back childhood memories and I was asked what happened that brought back the memories? It had been many years since anything that couldn't be explained had happened to me and nothing had ever happened to my wife and she has never believed in ghosts etc, etc. Until now!
It started one night when I was asleep in my favorite chair in my own personal mancave (the back bedroom which happens to be the smallest room in the house) that I have a couple of recliners and a tv for playing video games late at night on the weekends when everyone else is in bed. It was one of those nights that I had dozed off in my chair when I was awakened by something that had hit the side of my chair so hard it lifted slightly on the rightside and brought me wide awake; I heard something that sounded like a dog scratching the side of the chair and I thought I must have imagined the chair being hit that hard and leaned over reaching for our little dog (weiner dog) but nothing was there.
I got up and went to the bedroom and she was asleep by my wife and then checked on my son and he was asleep. I went back and sat in my chair thinking about what had just happened. I know it wasn't a dream because I was awake when I heard the scratching.
The next morning I reluctantly told my wife what had happened, expecting to be laughed at and made fun of, but her response took me by as much surprise as the incident itself. She said, "oh, don't worry about it, its just Samantha." (Samantha was a pitbull terrier that we had brought to our home to save her. She was scarred all over from the fighting and it took a couple of years before she would come and want to be petted. We would bring her inside for an hour or so a few times a week but she was never happy in the house for long and we would let her out the back door into her pen.)
I ask my wife, "how do you know its Samantha?" She said, "the next time you hear her say her name and listen, she will dance in circles just like when she was alive." I asked why she hadn't said anything and she said, "I didn't want you to think I was crazy!"
Samantha had been dead for at least six months after losing a battle with cancer and we had took a dachsund from an old lady who said she couldn't take care of her anymore and wanted her to go to a good home about two weeks prior to the events and my wife says Samantha is jealous and wanting her share of attention.
We have felt the weight of her on the bed and heard her nails on the floor and heard her scratching at the side of my chair many times and when I call her name I can hear her dancing in circles. This went on for a month or so and when my wife fixed her a nice marker at her grave and said a prayer for her to have peace she hasn't been back. We enjoyed her in life and her spirit after death and hope she moved on to someplace more pleasent.
I hope you enjoyed my story as much as I enjoyed living it!