Let’s have some fun today.
So… one time…
When I was younger, I got scared pretty easily. I still do, although I don’t really want to admit it… and, anyway, I think that most kids freak out over little things, so just… keep that in mind as you read on.
So, anyway, this is another story that takes place during my childhood, when I was around the age of six or seven years old. It all happened one night (a Saturday, I believe) when my mom was at work and it was just me and my dad at home. I was in one room watching TV, by myself, and my dad was watching some dumb show in the room across the house on a different TV by himself.
So, I was just sitting on the couch, minding my own business while it was pretty dark out (it wasn’t really that late; it was just the middle of the winter or something)… and then, suddenly, I felt like something was… you know, watching me.
So, I turned a little and looked around.
And then I saw the door to my parents’ bedroom slowly open and slowly shut… by itself.
It was really dark both in the short hallway to the room and inside of the actual room… but, believe me, I saw it open and shut, and there was nobody around.
So, naturally, I freaked out and screamed and ran across the house to my dad and started crying as he tried to ask me what was going on. Through the tears, though, I told him- there was something in their bedroom… most likely a ghost, I believed.
He was obviously really confused and got up to go see what was going on. And, of course, he forced me to go out there with him… because he didn’t believe me or something; I’m not really sure what his reasoning was for pushing me even further into my fearful state, but he made me come with him.
So, we went back to that little hallway (it really wasn’t a hallway… there weren’t any other doors around, but it was also kind of shaped like a really short hallway, so I don’t know what to call it), and we turned the lights outside of their closed bedroom door on. And then, as my dad cautiously reached for the doorknob, I literally clung to his arm and tried not to scream and cry anymore.
Well, I said tried.
Of course, I screamed and jumped back when he pushed the door open, but then I looked down at the floor as he flipped the light switch inside the bedroom doorway on.
And there, sitting right in front of the door, wagging his tail and staring back at me, was… my dog.
I know, real thrilling story with a real great ending. My dumb dog nearly put my six year old self into cardiac arrest.
Oh, well… I love that dog (and I still have him!). He’s a cutie. But he’s always pranking me.
Anyway, that’s the story of the day!
What kind of mischief have your pets been up to?
(P.S. 33/43 March Madness predictions correct so far!)
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That would have scared me, too! Good story!
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