Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Submitted to us by Deyhonn Christine Brown

One day in 1999, like I said in a previous story that my parents had built a house in the country. Well, apparently, they built it on an Indian burial ground.

One night I had heard my dog Boots crying (Boots yelped, whined but never cried), so I walked down into the basement to take him out to the bathroom (that is where he stayed, because he was a pee-er), but he didn’t go out.

I forgot to mention that my dad had this very large trench coat that he had hanging from the ceiling in the basement. Any way, my dog wouldn’t go out, and I looked at the dog and he was staring right past me (directly up at the coat), so I asked him what was wrong, and he just kept staring.

So I looked over my shoulder, and where the trench coat had been hung, there was an Indian hanging there. I remember that he was very red ( like the worst sun burn-you-can-ever-get, kinda burn), and his chest was painted blue, white, and orange, and his face was painted in lines from one eye crossing to the other. He had very long, black hair with a feather. And in each hand he held a weapon, in his left a musket, and in his right, a hatchet.

I ran up stairs quickly leaving the dog by himself. I jumped in my bed, pulled my blankets over my head and cried the rest of the night away. I convinced my self the next morning that it was a hallucination or a dream, so i went down to take the dog out again, but what I saw I was not prepared to see, the feather that had been in his hair had been left on the floor. I screamed up stairs, and it took me about a week to be able to even open up that door.

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