This story takes place in a town just outside of Cincinnati OH. So when I was a child my mother was a single mom. My sister and I and my mother lived at my grandparents house. It was a smaller house so we had to share a room and king sized bed. This house was a older so we always heard strange noises. I even remember my grandmother would joke about the strange noises and claim they were her ghost friend "George". And it made us laugh, but just about every night I went to bed scared.
We would hear scratching on our floors (like a dog scratching hardwood floors) except we didn't have a dog. We heard these scratching and walking sounds almost every night. We could even hear it breathing and panting. So this went on for a while. Then one night after we had just gotten settled in bed with the lights out, I was looking at the window when all of a sudden a swirl of black smoke formed from the window and floated down toward the floor where it formed into a Doberman pincher dog. I stared at this dog as my heart dropped and every hair on my body stood up, I was paralyzed in fear. So then the Doberman starts to walk towards the end of our bed and I can hear those familiar nail taps on the floor. It walks to the dresser that's in front of our bed, it puts its two front paws on the dresser and looks into the mirror and I can see its eyes staring back at me. Its eyes were red and glowing. Then it gets down and starts walking around toward my side of the bed. I then buried my head under my mother's arm and I did not move until the very next morning.
At the time that this happened I was six years old. I never told anyone what I had seen that night and I never seen the dog ghost again. Some years passed and I think I was about 13 years old. One day I decided to tell my sister about what I saw that night. She looked at me white as a ghost and told me that she had seen the exact same thing that night. So then we went to my mom and told her our story. I thought she would think we were crazy but she just looked at us speechless. Then she confessed that she had also seen this demonic looking black Doberman dog in our room that night. So then curious I asked her "So where did the dog go after I hid my face?" She told me that once it came around to my side that it just jumped through the window and out. I felt a big relief knowing that I wasn't crazy and they had seen it also.
My mother later told me about people who lived in the house across the street from us. She told me that sometime in the 1960s that the family that lived there (mother,father and son) the mother took her son treak or treating. It was Halloween night and when the mother and son came home, They found the father hanged along with his 3 Doberman pinchers! So that is my story. I also have another story on this house across the street from us that I will post later, but for my readers I'm just wondering by the information I have given does the dog I saw sound like a ghost? Or something demonic? Has anyone ever experienced something like this? Please tell me what you think.