I live in a rather small community in northern Kentucky.
Born and raised on a farm. I have been interested in
ghosts, and the like for as long as I can remember. I am
twenty years old and the story I am about tell happened
over a period of two years (1986-1988) when I was two and
three years old.
At the time this story begins my family lived in a small
house on a street named milton lane. When you came in the
front door you were in our living room, off the living room
was our kitchen and then a hallway off that with two
bedrooms and a full bath. Off the kitchen there were steps
into the open basement, which was fixed up as second family
room, one bedroom and 1/2 a bath. My parents had bought
this house when they found out they were pregnant with me.
At first I had the bedroom upstairs next to their room. But
in 1986 my dear little brother was born and I got moved to
the room in the basement. All I can remember is that I
hated that room especially at night. My parents told me
recently that I would always hate going to bed in that room
which was hard for them to understand, I was pretty calm
easygoing child. Once my parents would get me calmed down
and asleep they would go upstairs. Dad told me almost every
night I would wake up screaming. I am 20 and remembered
only that I didn't like that room.
But as a side note, ever since sleeping in that room I
have always slept with a light on, door closed and blinds
shut. Also I have had a fear of large black dogs for as
long as I can remember, but never understood why, because I
love animals. We moved from that house when I was four to
live with my grandparents on their farm. Just a couple of
months ago my parents and I happened to be going past our
old house. I commented as we drove by that I hated that
room in the basement. Mom and Dad were shocked I even
remembered that room. Mom then proceeded to tell me that
her and dad never believed what I saw in that room was real
but if it wasn't why would I remember it 18 years later. I
asked them what it was that I saw as a child b/c I couldn't
remember details just knew I hate it.
Mom then said,"...you would scream and cry and tell us
there was a large black dog at the end of your bed!" Dad
then told me that I had no problem being in their during
the day, only at night. They wrote it off as child's way of
getting out of going to bed or overactive imagination.
My parents have now changed their attitude and believe
maybe there was a dog in that room, why else would I have been
afraid to sleep in complete darkness to this day and also
fear black dogs.
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