Date: circa August 1998
This is one event that I will never forget as long as I live. I recall the time being a few days or so before the new school year began. I think I may have just had my orientation earlier that same day or a few days before. Anyway, it was within the hour of 10 PM and I was laying on the top bunk in my bedroom reading some sort of magazine while watching tv. My two sisters were asleep on the bottom bunk.
I heard my kid sister's Dachshund barking and making a commotion outside of the bedroom window but I pretty much just ignored him. Not long afterwards my dad came in the room and told me to hurry up and come see something. I walked quickly into the kitchen and he had the door already opened looking outside with the porch light on. He told me to pay attention to the dog.
We both stood there and watched the dog and we noticed that he was aggressively barking at something that was right outside my bedroom window and close to the side door porch but we couldn't see anything there, even though it was well within the range of the porch light. It was literally like someone was trying to come up the front porch and enter the house but the dog wouldn't let them. We seen where the dog kept darting in a semi-circle around the porch as if someone was trying to get around him but they couldn't get past the dog.
The dog finally lunged out as if it was attacking the invisible intruder, then all of a sudden he jumped back and let out a loud whimper as if something lashed at him. My dad and I just slowly turned and looked at each other with a crazy/scared expression. The dog slowly started backing up closer to the steps of the porch and after that we closed the door.
Knowing everything that we've experienced around the house over the years, we both knew that the dog was barking at a ghost. Animals are more sensitive to the presence of spirits than we are. Not only are their senses more keen than humans, but they cannot be taught to mentally block out such things like our society often teaches us to do.
There were many times where we would observe the dog (the same one) barking at "something" around the house whether outside or in, but never anything as serious as that. That fateful night it was as if the dog (just a small Dachshund not even a full year of age) was trying to protect us from something that we couldn't see, and from the looks of it... It could've been pretty harmful. And just think, my dad and I had the door open watching and the "thing" was literally just a few steps away with only a small dog between us and "it".
I often talk to my dad about the event and he still remembers it just as clearly as I do.