Archive for January 29, 2016

Serial Killer vs. Ghost
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I was awoken 2am with the muffled sound of a bang. My dog sleepingly picked her head up and stared at the room door as if she had xray vision. Her ears pirked up. I struggled through the haze of sleep to look at her. She stood up and did her doggie shake but didn’t bark. She didn’t approach me.

I listened intently but I didn’t hear anything.

I drop my head back to my pillow and welcomed sleep.

Afew snores later, I hear my dog whisper barking and pacing in a circle.

Crap. Does she hear a serial killer or does she have to pee?

I begrudgingly get out of bed and pick her up. I open my room door and that’s when it hits me.

There was a bang, in the wee hours in the morning. What the hell am I doing investigating?
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That’s when the fear hit. I tossed on the hallway light and peaked down the stairs. I didn’t see or hear anything.

I honest to God had a quick 30 second coward moment and thought of putting my dog down and sending her to investigate. All 11 pounds of pomerarian fury.
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I felt bad and so with afew curse words I slowly go down the stairs stopping every so often expecting to see a serial killer charging at me.

I make it to the landing finally and turn on the downstairs hallway light. I look to the right first and peek into the living room. My dad is sleeping and besides him no one is there.

I slowly proceed down the hallway still clutching my dog.

Dinning room clear.

I reach the end of the hallway and switch the kitchen light on.

Empty.

Now all that’s left to check is the bathroom.

I switch the light on.

No one there.

But there is still behind the shower curtain to check.

Heart beating a mile a mintue, I try to pep talk myself and gear up the courage.

I rip the curtain back fully expecting to meet my maker.
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Empty.

Now, this is where most people breathe a sigh of relief.

Nope, not me.

I heard a noise.

Bianca heard it too.

It must be a ghost.
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I high tail it back to my room with my dog, not even bothering to let her out to see if she has to pee.

She doesn’t mind.

In the safety of my room, the furry killer beast guards the door and I return to the safety of fluffy blankets.

I didn’t sleep much the rest of that morning.

I was convinced of a ghostly encounter.

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