One night, about 2003, I was sleeping. I woke up to a crash downstairs, I have a display of antique plates, so I knew it had to be them. I got out of bed to go look, my dog, Rascal, a huge Mastiff usually follows me everywhere, but he just sat on his dog bed, with a blank expression.
I went downstairs to see what the noise was, ignoring Rascal's weird behavior. Then, as I was walking down the staircase, another crash happened. I jumped, but shook it off. I also have a cat called Luna, so it must have been her, I thought. I peered into the living room, Luna a white cat, was sleeping on my sofa.
So now, I grabbed a flashlight from the drawer and flicked it on into the kitchen. The flashlight just went dead in my hands. A tiny bit of moonlight shone through the window, just enough to see the dark shadow. I looked around, squinting my eyes... Of coarse nothing was broken. Then, Rascal came barreling down the stairs, barking angrily. Luna woke up and ran away. Rascal then just jumped out the window onto my patio. I was shocked. I had to make sure my little guy I raised from a pup was okay. I opened the sliding door, (ignoring the fact there was a huge hole in the glass) and looked out. Rascal's fur was matted with blood. I looked around and saw nothing.
I went to get the hose to wash off the blood. When the same dark figure was standing by the tap, it grinned and revealed a bunch of pure white sharp as a knife teeth. I ran into my house and locked the door. My dog was sleeping in his bed, his fur was clean and looked as if it was just brushed. I couldn't get that image out of my mind for six years. I can still remember it clearly. Luna has ran away numerous times, and Rascal barks at nothing... I'm planning on moving away, but if anyone knows what this thing is, comments would be appreciated greatly.