All fours
I was reading an Ask Reddit question about paranormal experiences, and was reminded of something that happened to me as a child. Although this event occurred two decades ago, I find it sufficiently creepy to share with all of you!
When I was 8 years old, I lived with my dad, stepmom, and two stepsisters (ages 7 and 6) in a very large house. My dad and stepmom went away for the weekend and left us with a babysitter. She slept in our parents' bedroom, and us kids had a blanket fort/camp-out in the living room.
In the middle of the night I heard a weird sound: something scraping around on the wood floors in the hall. Our house had no carpet except in the bedrooms; all of the halls and common areas had wood floors. We had two dogs at the time, a golden retriever and a chocolate labrador, so when they ran around they made a hell of a lot of noise. But this was not one of their familiar sounds. It was too slow and purposeful. Something else was trudging around inside my house. I imagined some horrific creature with rotting skin and flimsy little legs lurching up and down the halls of our home, poking its head in and out of rooms, searching for a child to snatch and whisk away into the night.
My stepsisters slept through the noise. I listened for a long time, then finally got the courage to go investigate. I climbed out of the blanket fortress and grabbed the flashlight off the bar counter. I walked around the ground floor of the house, looking for the source of the scraping sound.
The ground floor of our house was comprised of four long hallways that made a square. The kitchen and living room were at one end, and at the other, there was that stupid room with all the nice furniture that nobody was ever allowed to actually sit in. (It's a rich people thing from my parents' generation.)
As I reached the off-limits living room, I saw something move past the piano at the far side of the room. It moved into the adjacent hallway. The scraping sounds resumed. I hurried over, flashlight in hand, trying not to trip over anything.
As I rounded the corner into the hall, I saw our golden retriever, Bear, walking through the darkness - on his hind legs. You know how sometimes when a dog jumps up on you, you grab him by the front paws and kind of help him stand? It looked like someone was doing that with our dog...but there was nobody there.
I watched Bear stagger 4-5 steps, his back facing me. When he noticed my light, he fell to all fours and wagged his tail, then resumed walking like a dog normally walks. He trotted away up the stairs to the second floor, like nothing strange was going on.
The weirdest thing was, when I was laying in the blanket fortress earlier, I listened to that scraping sound for a good 5-10 minutes before deciding to investigate. The dog was walking around in the dark for that long, on his hind legs, in slow circles around the house.
To this day I have never figured out why. He never did before, and never did it again after that night. But he apparently freaked out the babysitter too; the next morning she told me that he pushed the door open to my parents’ bedroom, went over to the bed, and started making vocalizations that sounded like he was trying to mimic human speech. He did this for several minutes before she locked him out of the room, and looked pretty rattled the next day when we talked.
It’s probably not a coincidence that as an adult, I’m a cat person.
My dog does that weird almost-talking thing a lot. She has actually learned to make different sounds depending on what she wants and the noises sound vaguely like the corresponding words. It clearly is less scary than what you're dealing with but sometimes when I talk in my sleep my dog makes this noise that sounds eerily like my name (Kristopher) and makes an effort to wake me. She seems to like to keep all four paws firmly on the ground though. Dogs are weird, man.
haha definitely.
My cat sometimes asks questions. Like she will make a long "mrroooowwww?" and the send of the vocalization rises in pitch, just like how we ask questions
It's been two months but this is still fucking me up.
You should visit my fb page. Youre gonna be messed up a long time...
In 2nd grade I was at a friends house and his uncles dog was mean and just when I thought it liked me, I tried to kiss it and it bit my lip lol I was scared of my dog for a month
"Hurr durr look at me, I'm a hooman."
Heard this on the podcast this week, and while it was short, something about it, either the narration or the wording, creeped me out. Wow.
mission accomplished! ;)
This is one of the most disturbing stories I've heard on the NoSleep podcast...gives me chills thinking about it.
woah it's up already??
Yep!!! Well done! 😉
Everyone has their battles, man. Bear just felt so much.
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I never knew I had such a complicated dog.
My grandparents used to have a golden retriever named Bear... I think that's definitely adding to how creeped out I am right now
So what happened to Faye lol
I thought that there was someone he was propped up against and walking
Just had to wake my dog up to tell him to not ever ever do that.
Oh my god, this reminds me so much of this reoccuring dream I would have when I was younger.
The dream happened like this; Me and my mom would be sitting on the couch in my living room with my dog Bud. I was petting him, and I petted the top of his head too hard and his left eye would roll to the back of his head. Instead of the eye being white, it looked like a rainbow target. Then Bud would stand up his hind legs and my mom would go outside on the back porch to get away from him and wouldn't let me outside with her, leaving me inside with my demented ass dog. I would walk back in the living room and see bud walking up the stairs on his hind legs. When he reached the top of the stairs, he would go in a closet we had and pick up our suitcases and start throwing them at me.
I had that dream like once a month when I was around 6 years old. Shits would scare me so much lol
Reminds me of when i first got my dog when she was 7 mths, and she was kept in a tiny apt all that time before and was pretty excited with being allowed outside in our yard. One night, I open the door to let her in, she gets on her back legs and kangaroo hops off the patio. I just sort of stood in shock for awhile.
Brilliant!
"Where are my balls, Summer?"
My cat wouldn't walk on her hind legs but she could "talk". If my bedroom door was shut completely, she would swat her paw under the door and meow "momma" or "mom". She passed away a few years ago but I still hear her sometimes.
that is super creepy
Sounds like a skin walker, don't they usually try and mimic the closest thing to them. Which in this case would be the humans.
Hi, sorry if I'm pestering, but I'm wondering if you're gonna continue the Faye saga (don't know what to call it) soon? It's been two weeks and no updates, and the last post was called "farewell update". Don't force yourself to do it if you don't have time or resources, I'm only asking if it's still gonna continue.
Just posted a tiny update at the top of the Farewell post
Someday, but not soon. I recently made a large post on my fb explaining why I havent updated in a while. Its like the second post from the top
My dog does the "human" vocalisations thing when she's excited but uncertain about something. It's like a situation that doesn't quite warrant a bark but she wants to get attention or assert her authority as Official House Dog, sometimes when someone new or less familiar comes in.
It's odd but I've seen both my cats walk on their hind legs, when they think I'm not watching. It's only happened a couple times (2 for each cat and I've had them for 5 years. Since they were kittens), but as soon as I noticed they dropped down and looked at me as if nothing odd was happening.
If there is one thing that truly chills me to the bone it's animals behaving like humans. In any ways that could be considered "unique" or "fascinating" (or in my mind, "horrifying"). Literally the only part of The Grudge that scares me is the cat's yowling. You know how some people can't stand nails on a chalkboard or forks scraping on dishes? That's what that yowling sound is to me. I start shuddering and feel all the tension in my body build up.
I'm cool if people want to teach their pets to "talk" but they best remember that I will murder them if they show it to me (knowing my fear). I don't fuck around with things like that. I don't know why it freaks me out so much. That being said, this story was freaky enough with the walking dog but add on the attempts at talking? Nope. Done. Probably legitimately will not sleep tonight.