My husband left for work every early in the moring. Once he was gone I would go back to bed until the children got up. My faithful old dog Pongo would lay at the foot of my bed. He wasn't much good as a protector. He was one of those laid back, easy going, friendly dogs that would wag his tail and lick an intruder.
One morning not long after we were living there, I went back to bed and was awakend from a sound sleep by the sound of footsteps coming down the hall toward my room. They were very loud foot steps as if on wood but my hallway was carpeted. But still it frightnened me. I knew it wasn't my husband he'd have yelled something such as it's just me or some such thing. I assumed a burgler had somehow got into the house. What scared me worse was old Pongo sat at the end of the bed with his hackles up and growling that low growl that only a dog who means business would growl. I knew something was wrong if this sound was coming out of old Pongo.
I reached for something to use as a weapon but nothing was there. I had a perfume bottle on the dresser and I figured that would have to do. So armed with that small bottle I stood behind the door waiting for it to open so I could smash the bottle on to someones face and run. But the foot steps stopped. That scared me even worse. He wasn't going to enter, he was waiting for me to come looking for him?
I couldn't get to the phone so I remained on alert holding onto the bottle as if the sweet smelling liquid was going to save my life. Then I noticed Pongo was sleeping. No longer was he perched into the attack position and ready to pounce onto the intruder. He had grown bored and fell asleep. Well, what did I expect from him.
I decided I couldn't stand here forever, and I certainly couldn't go back to sleep like my unloyal dog, so I was going to get this guy and make him a sorry son of a pup if you get my meaning. (Hey, I was young and stupid then)
But a quick search of the house showed no one was there. No door or window was open. Everything was locked. If I had not seen Pongos reaction I'd have thought I made the whole thing up or at worse dreamed it. But I knew what I had heard.
This scenero then repeated itself every morning that I lived there except when my husband didn't go to work. I eventually stopped worrying about it and although Pongo growled with his hackles up every morning I always knew when the ghost was gone because that was when Pongo went back to sleep. I have no idea if the ghost intended to come in but didn't because of the dog, or if he wasn't even aware I was there.
I felt sorry for that spirit that had to spend every day walking a short hallway to no where. How sad.
But then one day something strange happened. I got up early and was sitting at the kitchen table when all of a sudden I heard the dryer in my basement turn on. No one had been in the house I was certain of that. I had three dogs now and one was a 125 pound Husky with an attitude. No way anyone would be stupid enough to come inside with her around. She was one heck of a mean a__ Watch dog. I still had old Pongo and a Yappy puppy and yet someone had activated my dryer. I went down stairs. No clothes were in the dryer and it was set for one hour (I never set it for an hour) and was merrily drying nothing until I shut it off. I came back upstairs and sat in the living room on the couch. I began reading Dear Abby in the paper when suddenly I heard very loud breathing coming from the wall behind me. Pongo sat on the floor at my knees and his hackles were up and his teeth barred. He was doing that low growl and I had a vision in my mind of the face of a demon. I felt as if this spirit was trying hard to scare me and wanted me to see that face in my mind. So I sprang out of my seat and turned to the wall. Nothing was there. I screamed at the wall then, yelling, "What the heck do you want? Why are you bothering me? I haven't done anything to you. I'm tired of you trying to scare me like this. If you had enough power to kill me you probably would have all ready and since you haven't that either means you can't kill me or you don't want to. Either way why should I be afraid of you?
I waited for an answer but nothing came (Thank God) I would have been scared enough to pee my pants then.
Soon after we put the house for sale and moved. We needed to live closer to my husbands work and in a safer neighborhodd for my children to play in. It was a mile walk to the nearest school and I had no car.
Once we moved I never heard from a spirit again. My next two homes were ghost free but once we drove down the street we used to live on while driving in Detroit and stopped to look at the house. It was so beautiful and I missed those huge rooms. I lived in a dinky small house now out in the burbs.
In the upstairs attic window I felt (Not seen) a presence watching me. I told my husband, "He knows I'm out here."
My husband humors me. He does not believe any of this. It never happened when he was home. He didn't say anything. But I know I felt that spirit watching me just as I felt it's presence before.
If it were not for old Pongo I'd have believed my husband and sought medical help. But that dog saw what I felt. I wasn't really alone. Pretty bad when you have to prove your sanity by a dog. Or perhaps I was crazy and somehow got over it.???
