Less then three days into living there, I start seeing a weird small black sillouette in the hallway/bedroom/bathroom. I catch it out of the corner of my eye, sometimes it's stationary, sometimes moving. Usually when I see it moving it's quickly "running" (I guess..) out of the room. I always either looked back at it, blink, or followed it around the corner, it's gone.
It's size and speed remind me of either a cat or a small dog. I see it about once a day, usually early morning or right before bed.
After a week of seeing it, my boyfriend decideds to check the house for any holes into the crawl space that might be letting in an actual animal. No holes are found.
After another week, my boyfriend has written me off as crazy and ignores my talk of what I'd come to call "the cat."
This third part needs a small amount of explaination to make sense. In our bedroom we have a crate next to the bed for my dog Odin to sleep in, we put him in it every night and take him out every morning. This part occured on the third week of living there. We're getting ready for bed and my boyfriend turns the overhead light in the bedroom off (lamp on the nightstand is illuminated) and comes toward the bed. He sees what he called "a small black figure moving around Odin's crate, as if trying to get in." He assumes I did not put Odin in his crate to sleep for the night and asks me about it, I tell him I put the dog in. He looks back down at the floor and the small black thing is still trying to get into the crate, as he reaches for the bedroom light again, he says "No, you didn't, he's right he-" and the light comes on and nothing is in front of the crate, Odin is in it and lets out a small cry.
After that moment, we sat up for a while that night and talked about it, he admitting I MIGHT not be that kind of crazy (but still crazy).
The next day, I decided to call the old owners of the house and ask about any animals living there in the past. And the old owner said that not even a month before they moved out of the house (and we moved in), that their Dashund died due to poisoning. It had gotten into some sort of hazardous liquid in the house and died while they were both at work. He was 2 years old (same age as Odin) and his name was "Sparky."
After I told my boyfriend about it (the only time we've said the name "Sparky" in the house) we saw what we're assuming to be him a LOT more for a few days. Still just at the edges of our vision. We're talking a combined total from him and me of 5 or 6 times a day. Sometimes we saw the figure together at the same time.
I'm trying to be as scientific as I can about this, so whenever we see the figure at the same time my boyfriend and I have both sat down and wrote out what we saw. We don't talk to eachother at all until we've written it out, apart from a simple "did you just see it?" Everytime we've come back and compared notes and they've matched.
Sightings of "Sparky" have died down now to about once every other day. I keep notes on my calandar about when and where either I or my boyfriend see him.
Until this morning it had been three days since I'd seen Sparky..
Now, about this morning..
My boyfriend got up for work, and left.. I was still in bed, reading. Every morning when he wakes up, he takes Odin out of his crate, and our other dog Pugsley out of the kitchen (shutting door) and puts them outside to potty while he showers. When he's ready to leave, he puts Odin in bed with me, and Pugsley back in the kitchen..
So yea, I was reading, Odin was fast asleep next to me, and I hear small toe nails walking down the hardwood floor of the hallway that goes from the kitchen, past the bathroom, and to the bedroom. It sounds differnt then Pugsley when he walks down the hall, but it wasn't different enough to make me think something weird. Odin wakes up, and huddles against me and whines. I decide to check it out.. As I was crawling out of bed I said "Pugsley, you're supposed to be in the kitchen.." and the toe nails started tapping faster towards me. As I walked through the bedroom doorway into the hall I saw a shadow moving toward me, toe nails still tapping, for a second... and then nothing and the toe nails stopped. I checked on Pugsley, he was sacked out in his bed in the kitchen.
This is the closest contact I've ever been in with this "shadow." It was only about 2 feet from me. I'm tempted to try to get some of this on photo/video..
That's the end of the story for now.
I guess I told this story so that I could get others opinions on our encounters.. And also your opinions on ghosts in general.. Or even stories of your own encounters.. What do you think?
2/14 update:
Yesterday (2/13) we had an interesting encounter. It snowed here, so my boyfriend and I both got the day off work. We put the dogs out to play in the snow (they love snow) and were sitting on the couch talking. I was sitting closer to the hallway and smelled it first.. I thought to myself "WTF, is that wet dog?" and just as I looked over toward the hallway my boyfriend asked "Do you smell wet dog?" We both got up and walked toward the hallway, where the smell seemed to be coming from.. When we rounded the corner and could see down the hall, we saw the same shadow go from inside the hallway into the kitchen.. We quickly ran to the kitchen and shut the door, hoping if it was an animal that it'd be trapped in the kitchen with us..
We spent two hours scouring every surface, crack, and crevice in the kitchen for signs of any place an animal could enter/exit and the only thing we found was a hole where the counter connected to the floor. But I doubt it has anything to do with it, because it was smaller around then the stick off a lolly pop..
Still working to get my hands on a thermal imager or even a regular camera, and to find a way to test my house for EMFs.
Edited by Faerhii, 14 February 2012 - 08:42 AM.
