This story happened when I was four years old. And don't
think it's not credible because I was only four. I'm
sixteen now and I remember every little detail to this very
day.
Now for some background information: I wasn't one of
those kids who made things up. I remember a lot of things
from my childhood and this is definitely the scariest.
I lived in this newly built house away from other houses.
I wouldn't say we were in the middle of nowhere but I still
didn't like being alone like that. I never had any
neighbors to play with when I was little. The woods were
in the back of my house and I have to admit that I was a
huge fan of ghost stories even though I couldn't read. My
parents always thought that I shouldn't hear them but I
protested a lot so they finally gave in. They were never
too scary but I liked them anyway. I understood that they
weren't real.
Now my room was in the middle of the attic and my parents'
room upstairs. The only thing I didn't like about my room
was that there was this unfinished closet on one side of
it, right by the window. I didn't like it because of the
usual little kid thing. The door would never shut and it
was always open and there was a little crack. I was always
scared about the classic "thing in the closet." Too bad I
was right.
One night I was in bed saying my prayers. The usual. I
was a good little kid. For some reason I looked up and the
closet door was open and sitting right in the doorway of
the closet was this glowing thing. I didn't know what it
was at first but I looked closer and I made out the form.
It was a glowing yellow dog. I was so scared but I
couldn't stop looking at it. It just stared at me and I
finally went and hid under the covers and I yelled for my
mom. She came in and turned on the light and I was afraid
to look at the closet. I did though because I wanted her
to see it, but of course it was gone. I told her my story
and she stayed with me until I fell asleep with my head
under the covers. That was the worst feeling seeing that
dog and being alone in the room with it. My mom told me I
was just seeing things, like all moms say. But I swear
it's the total and absolute truth. I never found out
anything about that dog but I'm still wary around closets
and stories with ghost dogs in them.
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