The Shallow End of the Pool

In keeping with yesterday's theme, there is one more minor ghost encounter I have had. The one I told you about yesterday was very vivid, as I was not only wide awake but also an adult. This one was a bit different, but also spooked me pretty good.

I was around 13 years old, living in Pittsfield, Massachusetts. One night I was asleep in bed when I was startled awake by the sound of my door creaking open (I didn't keep it shut all the way, but it was only open a crack). I sat up and saw a rather large dog walking across my room. It was just looking at me, but never made any sounds or aggressive moves. It crossed the length of my room, and then upon reaching the wall at the foot of my bed, disappeared into it. On the other side of this wall was my brother's closet, and I distinctly remember hearing the sounds of the dog walking around in there. Then there was silence.

We didn't have a dog. We had three cats. Upon telling people this story, their natural reaction is to tell me that I was just dreaming. Perfectly logical, as I was in bed at the time. But I know what I saw, and I also know I wasn't still asleep, as I had trouble falling back asleep again for quite some time. I guess this will forever be one of life's unsolved mysteries.