Ah good story Mr C. I have a creepy story for ya. About 8 years ago (I was in my early 20's) a couple of friends, my bro and I were walking through a particularly old part of town past a particularly old cemetary. It was late night, although I don't remember the exact time. Anyway we had been telling strange stories that we had heard or experienced and my friend Dan mentions that there is supposedly a ghost "dog" that runs around the neighborhood. As Dan was describing the dog, I got this creepy feeling and I looked over to my right, toward the cemetary. There sat a white poodle, it was pretty mangie looking and it only had one eye (I know it sounds corny, but its true). This was the exact dog my friend was in the process of describing. I interrupted Dan and I said "Is that the dog you are referring too?". He looked over and took a few steps back and said yes. Well I was pretty scared and I ran at the dog, I dont know what I thought I was going to do but I think I was running of adrenaline. Here is where it starts getting weird, The dog motions as if it were barking, jaws snapping, body lurching forward, but not a single sound came out. It then took off at an unnatural speed, never leaving the outer perimeter of the cemetary, never making a sound, until it disappeared out of view.
At this point we all look at each other and everyone was pretty freaked out, except for my bro who was keeping it cool, he didn't believe in these type of things and thought it was a setup. So we continued to walk around the block, discussing what we had just seen. At some point we reached the other side of the cemetary and there was an open gate. My friends Dan and Jeff H. and my bro decide that they want to venture through the cemetary to see if they can find the dog. I, being the cautious person I am and not wanting to tempt fate, decided not to participate. My friend Jeff S, who was probably the most affected by this was still shaking and decided he would walk with me, following the perimeter of the cemtary to the street we started this adventure on. Keep in mind this is a fairly small cemetary. We were rounding the corner that put us on the street perpendicular to the street we originally saw the dog on. Then, screaming... some angry, some scared. So my friend and I start running in the same direction we had been travelling, we were about 200 feet from a second entrance to the graveyard. I remember almost crying cuz my bro was in that graveyard as well as 2 of my very close friends, but I held it in. I yelled for my bro but there was still a lot of yelling. At this point I could recognise the noise and realized it was my friends and bro, I look up ahead and see my friends come out of the second entrance, they were waving and frantically yelling for us to hurry. I dont know if I ever ran that fast in my life. We ran to a friends house who was close by. I still wasn't sure what happenned.
We all sat down and Dan started explaining. They entered the cemetary and started walking, everything seemed fine and there was no sign of the dog. Dan's uncle had died the year before of cancer and was buried in the cemetary so Dan decided they would walk past his grave. As they rounded the corner and the front of the plot came into view, they realized the dog was sitting on his uncles grave. Dan yelled angrily, "get the hell out of here". Unphased the ghost dog began walking toward them. Dan waved his hands frantically and swung at the air to scare the dog off but the dog kept coming without so much as a flinch, motioning as if panting, tongue dangling, chest swelling then emptying, but absolutely no sound! That is when they started yelling and running out of the cemetary. Now we were all pretty creeped out, it was at this time that my bro began trying to save face. Forever the skeptic he explained that there had to be a reason for it all. I said I didn't care as long as we were away from there. At that point friend Dan became angry again and began cursing the dog "why the ---fudgesicle--- does it have to mess with my uncle?" he asked, we didn't have an answer.
"I want to go back again, one more time" Jeff H says. Jeff H was the guy in the group that always had something to prove. Forever the tough guy. My friend Dan was still angry as I had mentioned and he said he would go too. Jeff S and I were still pretty scared and my bro was "busy" watching a movie, so the three of us were out. I tried to convince them to not go, that it was stupid to toy with this stuff but they left anyway.
I remember thinking what idiots they were and being scared for them at the same time. Don't get me wrong I am not the ---Bad words, bad words, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when saint censors you?--- that this story would lead you to believe. But anyone who has been close to something like this can tell you what kind of feelings these occurences can manifest. The feeling I had when I first saw that dog was a somber, lonely feeling as well as a feeling of dread. The world seemed unnaturally dark in that moment, and I don't mean metaphorically, I mean literally dark or dim. I am sure someone on these boards can vouche for me here.
A half an hour had passed and I heard my friends coming up the steps. There were at a quick gait and I heard crying echo through the hallway. By the time I got up to meet them they were already up the steps and Jeff H didn't look the same, now or ever again. He was pale white and crying hysterically, he was shaking untrollably and he was embracing a broken stick as if it were some holy weapon that could save him from that night. Dan began speaking "We reached the hut in the middle of the cemetary and we could both see something white and green over one of the graves. I realized how bad an idea this was and I told Jeff we should split." We all look over at Jeff and he is still shaking uncontrollably, still crying. "Jeff said he wanted to check it out and he would be right back. I waited at the hut. When he reached a certain point the white and green things started moving toward him quickly. He screamed like a woman and started running toward me and the exit, so I started running too. At one point I looked back to see if the white and green thing were still following. They were and they were close. It was the dog and it had some kind of green mist around it. I just kept running, I passed Jeff and didnt stop until I got here." We asked Jeff if he was ok and he didn't answer, he just cried. To this day he won't talk about it.
We were all talking about leaving that part of town and getting as far away from the graveyard as possible and my bro starts laughing. "You guys are retarded, I ain't falling for this". We continue talking and decide we are going to leave, my bro says "No I am staying". I am like "come on Tim lets just get out of here, can't you just learn from Jeff, now isnt the time to be a tough guy, lets just go." So he gets up and starts walking to the door. I thought great he is ready to go now. Then he starts coughing and says "something is wrong" in a strained tone. "What?" I say. He ignores and walks down the steps. We all look at each other and I run out to see if he is ok. I get outside and my brother is walking away from me, breathing is labored, he is looking up at the sky. I yell "Tim!" He just keeps lumbering away as if he didn't hear me. I yell again and start running toward him, still no response. I catch up to him and shake the hell out of him "Tim, tim wake up". He shakes his head and he looks at me. "How did I get out here" he says. "Are you ok?" I say. "Lets get out of here" He says and we did. None of us had a car then so we walked a couple of miles to Dan's house and we all hung out there. Leaving that night and its events behind....Or so we thought.
There is one last chapter to the story. One night, close to halloween I was hanging out with a friend of mine Sarah. It was about 6 years after the whole incident and I decided I would tell her the story of that night. It was about 3:00 am and we were both creeped out. I was staying with my grandmom at the time and we had been hanging out on the front porch. I decided I would walk her to her car cuz she was pretty creeped out. "Todd? I don't want to creep you out but turn around" she says laughing. That feeling swept over me again from 6 years ago. Slowly I turned around and there was the ---smurfing--- dog!!!! little white poodle, desheveled, one eye, and no sound.... I screamed like a ---smurfette--- and ran, sarah followed behind. We got to her car and I told here I was sleeping at her house that night, she said that was ok and it has been 2 years since I have seen the white dog. For the record, my grandmoms house is 30 miles away from that graveyard, but there is a different graveyard directly behind her. True story!!!!
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