My husband and I are Ebay sellers. We go to a lot of auctions. We mainly buy buttons and small vintage items. Sometimes we have to buy a whole box of stuff just to get one item in the box.

One late Friday night after returning from an auction I was at my computer with my back facing the lot boxes we had won that night. As I sat doing some item research I about jumped out of my chair as I heard a whistle behind my back! I turned slowly in my chair and looked at the window, even though it was late at night it was light outside because the streetlight is right in front of our home, there was no one to be seen in the window. Also I knew the whistle was behind me and came from within the house.

I turned and my eyes fell on the lot boxes. There was an old hat that looked like it belonged to an older man and as I looked at that hat I felt my hair stand up on my arms, I knew there was a connection to that whistle and the hat. The whistle sounded like a whistle one would make to call a dog. Nothing else happened that night and I forgot about the incident quickly enough.

We have several nieces and nephews and two grandchildren and I try and do little projects with them when I have the time. On this particular occasion we had a “sewing sleepover” and they had all made beds for their pets. Our oldest niece was in the dining room sewing and asked us when did we get the little dog? I thought what is she talking about. She said a little dog had came to the end of the table and looked at her… There was no little dog that we knew of and the thing was dismissed.

The old hat had found its way up to our guest bedroom and placed with the many other hats that I collect in a glass showcase cupboard. This particular room has no heat or air vent and when it became full blown summer we would keep the door closed to that room when not in use to help with the air conditioning.

One evening we retuned home from shopping and my husband asked me where our dog was and I showed him the dog was under the table asleep. He thought that was odd because in the stairwell you could hear a dog whining. We both stood there listening and you could here a dog whining like it wanted out.  After a few seconds it would quit. We looked upstairs and there was no dog, the bedroom door was still closed to the guestroom. My husband went and laid across our bed for a nap and I went back downstairs. My husband called me in a few minutes and said he had heard the dog again. As I stood just outside our bedroom talking to him about it, I heard it too and I knew where it was coming from, it was coming from the guestroom. Somehow I mustered enough courage to walk over and open the door. I saw nothing but the whining stopped. My husband and I just looked at each other, neither wanted to elaborate on it. Maybe if we just let it go it would be like it never happened. You always wonder what you would do if you were in such a situation and it still surprises me that we pretty much remained calm… I did notice however that our dog refused to go upstairs and he had always slept in our bedroom before. He will now go upstairs but never to stay but a minute or two.

A couple of evenings later I was by myself in the house, my husband was working late.  I was sitting in the recliner in the living room and it was facing the stairwell. All of a sudden I heard a dog’s toe nails bounding down our wooden staircase and I saw a small silky haired dog hit the landing and head for the kitchen. I felt like I was in a trance and I followed it to the kitchen as if to let it outside but it was gone.  I stood in the kitchen in disbelief but not afraid just mystified as to what was going on.

One morning my husband had left for work early and left me to sleep in. I awoke to the pain of a dog or something on my feet scratching and digging at them. I sat up in bed and the feeling stopped. I laid back down for a few minutes and it felt like something bumping my bed like a dog would do when it wants out.  For some reason I felt like I should go get the hat and put it outside and I did. I went into the guest room and opened the cupboard and removed the old hat and promptly marched it down the steps and out the back kitchen door. I laid it on a chair that we have on the back porch. I stood there for a moment with the screen door open, not saying it out loud but saying it in my mind that the dog should go out to.  As I stood there I could hear a dog whining, it almost sounded like a puppy. I could hear it whining but I could not tell from where other than it was outside now. I quickly closed the door and went back inside. Later my husband carried the hat to the trash. I felt bad about putting the hat in the trash, almost disrespectful but I knew I could not give it to someone else and that I did not want it back. I have often thought maybe we should have put it on Ebay, I am sure there are plenty that would have loved to have it!

I have thought and thought about this experience and tried to come up with a reasonable explanation but I can’t. I know the items had come from a recent estate auction which meant someone had passed on and their possessions were now up for sale. I have heard of dogs mourning themselves to death after their master died, my own Mother’s dog had almost done it.  I am a Christian but I know there are many things we won’t understand until we leave this life.  I never felt threatened by this incident but more uncomfortable with it.  I guess the only thing I can say about this “haunting” is that it was a man and his dog who were  inseparable… They were together in this life and the life after. One thing it gives me hope that dogs that once were in my care I may get to be with again someday.

This is not the only strange experience I have had in my lifetime that just can’t be explained, this is just the most recent.

Sent in by Gwen, Copyright 2008

Topics: ghost, story, demon, dog, scary
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