That Wasn't a Dog..

From: Nick Azure (demonphoenix@gundamwing.net)
Story type: Ghost
Location: home in Omaha, in basement.
Source: Form Submission

I spend a lot of time in my basement, mainly to play the Xbox or develop websites/programs. The basement has four rooms- a main room with a big screen TV and computer, a furnace room, a bathroom, and a small bedroom (closet included). The furnace room, main room, and bathroom are perfectly normal, except for the hole in the wall, which I will get into momentarilly. It's that bedroom that is, I think, a gateway to hell. And unlike most people who think that place x is a gateway to hell simply because they think they see something, i KNOW I saw something.

This happened in 2002, when I didn't have my Xbox. I was doing a tutorial in PERL when I heard something odd in the bedroom. I thought it was my sister and her boyfriend engaged having some fun time, but then my sister yelled at me from upstairs to "quit making noise" even though I hadn't even made any! Naturally i was freaked out, and much as I wanted a shotgun, all i had was the fork from the lasagna i was eating. I remember every last detail of this story even though it happened so long ago, and it just scares the hell out of me even today. Even before the event i had always gotten a wierd vibe about that room. I always used to hear wierd sounds coming from in there, like thumps and stuff.

So I picked the fork up, feeling really nervous. I'm generally pretty skeptical about ghosts and stuff, but this was wiggin me out really bad. I had the fork though, and i always could just punch whoever (or whatever) was in there into the wall. I'm not exactly tiny, and i knew how to hit people. hard. But this thing that I saw nearly made me wet myself it was that bad.

I opened the door to the bedroom and noticed it smelled REALLY bad in there, and there was something moving in the corner. I thought it was a big dog or something that had gotten in and had the runs all over the place but then it made this hideous horrible and freaking terrifying choking noise, and then it growled REALLY wierd. that was enough for me. I threw the fork at it and missed then slammed the door shut and ran upstairs, in the process knocking over a small shelf which put a big hole in the wall.

i don't know what it was i saw, and I really don't want to know. If the devil wants to set up a little happy camp in my basement, I'm just going to stay the hell away and hope he doesn't decide to come after me. I told my dad about this and he laughed and told me to blow it to hell with a shotgun. i somehow doubt a shotgun would do the trick. But i know one thing- THAT wasn't a dog.