I know this may sound unbelievable. Heck, it may even sound a bit crazy. But... I know it wasn't just a simple figment of my childish imagination. I know that I didn't just dream it up. I know, because I wasn't the only one who saw it, the ghost dog.
I was two years old when I first saw it. I know young. I still can't believe I remember this experience of mine. I remember waking up next to my mother, climbing off of the bed, and walking to the kitchen to get myself a "bubba" of chocolate milk. I was the size of a four year old, mind you, and knew how to do little things like this. I heard an eerie voice behind me, and looked up. In the vent above the cabinet on the right wall, there was a dog. I remember it being brown, with human brown eyes, and very sharp yellow teeth. "I'm going to come get you." It mocked. Almost immediately, I knew it was bad. It glared at me with such hate. I screamed and ran to my mother, telling her immediately what had happened. She comforted me, and got me to go back to sleep.
Another incident (of many) I had with this "dog" was about two weeks later. I took a short nap, and when I woke up, it was laying down next to me, on its side. Its back was turned to me. I was frightened, and shut my eyes. When I woke up once more, it was gone.
I know my story may seem unbelievable, but it's true. If you've ever had a similar experience, I'd love to hear about it. Though, there may not be another like mine. I've never heard of another like this.