I honestly don't think that my house is haunted. I don't hear unexplained noises or see apparitions or feel the slightest bit uncomfortable anywhere in the house- even our newly finished basement. Apparently Lily does.
After Suzy died suddenly in the backyard (while I was at school, of all places), my parents bought me a new little black and brown yorkie that I named Lily Sue- Sue after Suzy. She weighs about five pounds, and can fit cupped in both palms. She even has a small white tuft of hair on her belly. Though she loves to be the "hot shot" and attempt to scare much older, bigger dogs, she really is just a sweet (tiny) harmless little pup. Not the least bit intimidating, if you ask me. However, she has recently taken up barking at (what appears to me) absolutely nothing, followed by a fit of whimpering and one Lily scurrying out of the room.
At first I thought nothing of this. For one, I thought I was sensitive to things lurking around in houses, and I never feel a thing here. But this became harder to ignore when one day things started to get a little out of hand.
I had just let Lily in from outside when she walked to the edge of the landing, facing the basement, and just stared. At first I thought she had spotted a pair of underwear or a sock (she loves to dig these items out of the laundry basket and treat them as toys), but I saw nothing of the sort laying around and we had just done the laundry- the clothes basket was empty. However, Lily spotted something and began to growl, eventually becoming somewhat vicious (or as mean as a little Yorkshire terrier can get), and I decided that the best thing to do was to grab her and go upstairs.
This was only a quick fix.
About twenty minutes later, while chewing on a toy and enjoying a little nap on my bed, Lily looks up suddenly and fixes her eyes on my closet. Much barking ensues. I thought that maybe there was a string dangling from a shirt or that a dust bunny emerged or something, but a good assessment of my closet confirmed that nothing of any interest to Lily was there. I looked at her when I was finished and she seemed uneasy that I was in it, a bit scared, and even sad. She didn't have anymore fits for the rest of the day. But sure enough, as I was getting ready for bed, Lily spots something in my closet once again and decides to bark, growl, and jump up and down on my bed. I did yet another inspection, found nothing, and told her to chill. She did this, but she still had her eyes fixed on the closet, occasionally whimpering, occasionally looking at me, occasionally pawing at the bed as if to say "I want out of here!" and when my dad finally came home from work, she gladly went to his room to sleep for the night.
At one point, I did start to feel uneasy, but really only because Lily kept barking at something I couldn't see. I started to remember a time when Suzy did something similar- I was straightening my hair before school in front of my mirror. Suzy was on my bed, and then she sat up fast and began growling at the wall behind my desk. She hopped off the bed but refused to walk near that wall, and whimpered at me when she realized all other escape routes were blocked. But unlike Suzy, this was not a one time thing. Lily had already freaked out twice and I had no solution.
I went to my dad's room and scooped up Lily Sue. When she noticed I was taking her to my room she started to squirm, but a nice rubbing of the belly was all she needed and she was out- until 3:00 a.m. When she proceeded to jump out of my arms in a barking fit at an invisible something in my closet. That was it for me. I, too, jumped out of my bed, yelled something, grabbed the dog, and ran out of there. I told my mom that something was in my closet and began to climb into her bed when she kindly informed me that Lily wasn't welcome. I set her on the ground, but my mom fearing she would ruin something in the house told me to go find her and put her in my room. I picked her up and put her on her own bed, then put myself to bed as well. About five minutes later, I heard the soft padding of paws on the tile floor, and the ringing of a dog's collar and rabies tag. I assumed this was Lily, but was surprised at how few steps I heard. They just seemed to stop at the rug. I figured she had plopped her butt down and I simply hadn't heard, and passing that off as a logical solution.
I tried to doze off, but my mom sat up and asked me where Lily was. I told her she was sleeping on the rug, but my mom said that Lily was nowhere to be seen. Rather annoyed, I stepped out in the hall, and noticed that Lily was laying in her bed in my room looking at me rather wearily. I grabbed her and her bed and set them both on my mom's rug, but Lily was not up for that. She took one look at that rug, and bolted into the hall, where she just sort of sat pathetically.
I really didn't understand what was going on, but she was pretty firm in her decision to stay off the rug, so I threw her back on my dad's bed. She stayed there for the rest of the night and I finally got some sleep.
But then I realized Lily wasn't wearing a collar.