When I was six I got dropped off at my grandma’s house after school. My grandma lived on a really high hill with a long driveway and trees on both sides. So I was walking up her driveway when I heard whimpering. I looked around for the cause of the noise but I didn’t see anything.
As I continued up my driveway I heard barking and a huge dog jumped out in front of me. The dog had streaks of dirt and blood but I could tell it was white to begin with. It growled and barked at me but what I remember were those dark, pitch black, eyes that stared almost like it was looking right through you. I was scared out of my wits.
The dog jumped on me and tackled me into the grass. The dog bit into my leg just enough to make it bleed and I closed my eyes. When I opened them again the dog was gone and my grandma and cousins where beside me.
A couple weeks later the bite had scabbed over, although, no matter how many times I had told them, my family still didn’t believe the dog story and as I was talking to my neighbor I told him when the dog had attacked. My neighbor told me that thirteen years ago on the day of the attack his white dog got hit by a car and that when he had died the dog was in a frightful state of dirt and blood.
To this day I’m positive that the dog that attacked me was the ghost of my neighbor’s dog. Although I have no idea why he would attack me if I hadn’t even been born when he died.
Submitted by and Copyright 2007 Bri Lehman
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