I would like to formally introduce myself.
My name is Alex (male), and I'm from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. I am an Atheist, have a beautiful fiancé, was adopted at birth, and have since moved out from my family's house; the main subject for the following stories. I am the oldest of three, and have two sisters. One is a year younger than me, the second is a year younger than her.
My family's house was purchased the day they brought me home. The house was built in the 1950's, and was rather large for its time - but, by no means massive. After only a few years of living there, my parents decided that we should renovate. I do not remember much of the pre-renovated house. However, I remember, distinctly, a small locked corner cupboard in the kitchen. Above that cupboard was a drawer full of keys. We must have tried every single one of those keys one hundred times each. None of which seemed to open that cupboard. It was the first truly mysterious experience I had, and it captivated me. Unfortunately, when we were renovating, the cupboard was removed while us kids were out, and we never had a chance to see what was in that decaying, treasure chest-like mystical vault. Nevertheless, I became fascinated with the unknown; which likely was the cause and development of my obsessive trance towards Paranormal incidences.
I have several stories to tell regarding this house, and I enjoy telling extensive, detailed accounts of those experiences. So, after pre-writing one of them while the 'submissions' option was down these past few days, I've decided to split up each story with their own definitive presentation, as their lengths can be quite comprehensive. I don't consider myself thoroughly experienced when it comes down to paranormal events; nonetheless, these particular cases were quite intriguing for myself, personally.
The Dark Hound:
This incident had occurred on several occasions, and to at least two people. I would also like to mention that we had no pets while I was living with my family, in that house.
The first occurrence had happened in the evening. We were cleaning up dinner, most of the family was winding down for the day. It was raining slightly outside, peacefully.
As I was helping clean up dinner, I began hearing this clicking sound coming from around the backdoor. The entrance to the small 'L' shaped hallway that leads to the door is attached to the open-concept kitchen. You are first met by a small window when you enter the hallway, a two door closet to the right, and the thin hallway that runs about 12 feet to the door itself, on the left. While I was in the kitchen, the clicking was very faint. Initially, my inclination was to assume that the window was cracked open, letting some water pool on the inner ledge of the window, then drip down onto the floor below.
I go to shut the window, however, upon my arrival I notice that the window is shut. There are no cracks around the window, and I see no water on the tile below. The sound had stopped. When I first heard the sound, it had been emanating from the spot where I was standing, just before the window.
Suddenly, the clicking begins again. This time coming from just in front of the door. Though, not the sound of a single droplet, but the sound of nails from a dog's paws, stepping on our tile. I could hear multiple clicking sounds now, and they were walking in my direction. It took me a short while to realize that something was very 'off', and so I hastily ran away from the area, and up into my room. I came to the conclusion that I needed to verify what was happening, gathered my wits, and decided to go back down to the hallway. When I arrived, there were no more clicking sounds, and I would not have experienced this event for at least another year.
The second occurrence happened while I was home alone with my fiancé. My family is often quite busy, and would be running around doing whatever they do away from the house. I, on the other hand, enjoy being on my own (with the exemption of my fiancé, of course). My room is on the second story. Just as you make it up to the top of the stairs, on the left hand side, there are two doors. One to a small room, an office, and to the left of that is the door that leads you to my room. My fiancé and myself were watching some movies in there, waiting for a pot of water to boil in the kitchen downstairs. After a few minutes I made my way down there to make some dinner for us.
The kitchen is quite large - around 16 feet by 10 feet in length and width - and a very large island in the center - around 8 feet long by 4.5 feet wide. From within the kitchen - looking outwards - you can see the entrance to the backdoor-hallway (slightly to the right), a dining area directly attached to the kitchen on the right, a hallway with three doors in center view (one of those doors leading to the basement), beyond that hallway is the living room, and to the left you can see the front entrance of the house.
The hallway leading to the living room always gave me an uneasy feeling. However, the basement door and the stairs leading down was the worst. Whenever any of my siblings, myself, and my fiancé, were to look from either direction of that hallway, viewing into the proceeding rooms past those doors, there was always this ominous, dark feeling whenever the lights were off. As if something was lurking there, ready to sprint towards us, or burst out of the glass, basement door.
I had placed our food in the boiling pot of water, the lights were off in the house as I do not like to waste power - despite it getting quite late. The kitchen also has a dimmer switch in which I don't usually turn on all the way. Needless to say, the house was quite dark, visually. I had not felt any 'uneasy' feeling, even with my environment being as dark as it was. I began to get the plates and cutlery ready, when I faintly heard that familiar noise.
I turned around quickly, and in the blackened living room at the end of the hallway was the echoing sound of clicking claws. The sound was emitting from within the living room, but not in a spot where I could actually see what was making it. I could hear the sound of those nails getting louder. It was getting closer and closer to the hallway. I could hear it making its way to my direction, but I still couldn't see what was making it. I was becoming very tense, expecting to see this massive wolf-like creature materializing from the room beyond the hallway. The sound of the nails themselves had a sort of 'weight' to them. The distinguished sound a very large dog's claws makes on hardwood flooring, abnormally large. Whatever it was didn't 'feel' good, it had a darkness of its own radiating from it. It began to come closer to my direction, passing all the doors in the hallway, and entering the area just before the kitchen.
I was on the opposite side of the island and it had stopped at a point where I wouldn't be able to see it, even if it was visible. It had cornered me within the kitchen.
I slowly creeped my way to one side of the island, peaking my head over the top to hopefully see what was coming towards me. I was getting closer and closer to the end of the island, an area where I would then have to walk the width of the island to get to where it had stopped. That's when the sound of nails began again. It quickly began walking towards the direction I had chosen too, getting extremely close. It would have been within three feet of me before I decided I needed to leave, immediately! Running the opposite direction, I flew up the stairs, into my room, and told my fiancé everything. We gp downstairs together to investigate. We find nothing.
The third experience was my fiancé's. Unfortunately, I do not know a lot of the details. Nevertheless - on a separate night - she was heading towards the upstairs bathroom; which is down a hallway to the right of the top of the stairs. It was late at night, again, and the lights downstairs were off. For whatever reason - personally speaking - both staircases in the house have an unnerving feeling to them. She passes the stairwell and makes her way to the bathroom. As she passes the stairs, she gets one of her 'chilled' feelings. She immediately stops.
She hears the sound of those nails clicking on the hardwood flooring. Turning around, she peers down the staircase, seeing nothing but the darkness of the floor below. The footsteps continue in what she describes as 'pacing', as if whatever it was was just waiting for something.
She decides to return back to my room and tells me of her experience, and so we go down to investigate. Once more, we find nothing.
My questions involving this creature is mainly to see if anyone else had experienced similar happenings? I had heard a story a while ago that a young adult man jokingly read some demonic summoning passage, and then later had a large, invisible, dog-like creature growl at him and physically attack him. I hope what we had experienced was not the same. On the other hand, I have this uncanny urge to attempt to study it.
What are your suggestions with the whole case?
I have a few more questions regarding some other experiences I have had within that house. My other stories will be coming up shortly. Thanks for taking the time to read!