I have submitted here before some short stories about some of the smaller things that would happen in my childhood home. But until this point I could, at times, convince myself it was just my imagination or there was some reasonable explanation behind all the little things I noticed. However after this event, it was a lot harder to ignore these strange occurrences.
I was about 15 and I had been home alone for a week. My parents were away and all my older siblings had moved out. I would usually have a bit of hard time being alone because something was bound to freak me out. But it was the last day and I just got off the phone to my parents. They were on their way home, about 2 hours away. It was a sunny afternoon and I was in the backyard with my dog. I was in a good mood and I was happy nothing weird had happened while I was alone. I guess someone knew this and wasn't having any of it, because what happened next gave me serious chills down my spine and I didn't enter my house until my parents came home a whole 2 hours later.
I was under the veranda talking to my dog. He was a big brown dog. Half German Shepard, half Australian blue cattle. He was facing me and playing with a toy, shaking it around. Behind my dog, about 4 meters, was the window to the dinning room. My house was a 3 story, split level home, and the dinning room was in the middle. So the window was above us. As I was talking to him, I heard a noise. Something like a screech. It did sound just like one of the dinning room chairs moving across the tiled floor. But the sound was small and brief and I chose to ignore it.
So I looked back down to my dog. He had his head turned all the way around and was looking up at the dinning room window, ears up and alert. I thought. "Oh he heard something too?"
He then moved in a way I have never seen any dog move before nor do I want to again, because I think from this experience if your dog moves like that it is sensing something else. I was very close to my dog; he was practically my little brother. I had never seen him behave like this before.
He then moved his head around in such a strangely, slow manner it gave me the creeps. He dropped his toy and then looked at me, right in the eyes. A good solid, unblinking stare, like he was trying to say something. He then walked over to under the dinning room window, and began to growl. He was on full alert. Ears up, body tensed, eyes targeted at the window. His growl was low and deep. I don't think he knew what he was growling at but whatever it was he did not like it.
After a moment I just thought, 'this can't be happening.' So I desperately tried to pretend everything was normal. I called my dog back to me in an overly cheerful way, patting my knees, telling him to come to me. He then turned his head, in that weird, creepy slow way. The way he moved was so scary to me. He then just looked at me, right in the eyes again. I was chilled to the bone and all my hairs stood up. I then took a step back and slowly sat down on the chair behind me. He then turned back and started growling again.
He let out a few low barks but mostly just growls. If you have ever seen a dog hunting something or a sheep dog heard cattle you would know what kind of focus my dog had. Hid entire body was like a statue. Nothing would distract him.
As I said before, my parents were 2 hours away and I did not go back inside until they came home. For those 2 hours I sat on that chair watching my dog. He eventually sat and then after an hour or so, laid down under the dinning room window. But the whole time, his ears were up and alert and his eyes were always on a target. I didn't hear any more noises and I couldn't see in the window because there was a curtain.
Eventually when my parents came home and my mum found me in in the backyard, I decided it was safe to go inside and went to check the dinning room. My dog and I had this tradition that he would always say goodbye to me at the back door. (He wasn't aloud inside) He would come and get a kiss and a, 'I love you' every time. But this time I went to the door and turned to look at him. He was still lying down under the window. But he was looking at me and then back to the window and back at me, crying a little as if to tell me, 'I really want to do our thing, but I can't right now." I understood. Blew him a kiss and went inside. I checked the dinning room. All looked normal. I then looked out the window to my dog. He had now left his post. So I guess he was on guard until he knew I was safe.