Player Ghost Stories: Don’t Mess with the Dog!

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As we end another spine-tingling October full of Player Ghost Stories, we bid adieu to the month with one final story which contains a message to all ghosts and spirits: “Mess with me fine. Don’t mess with my dog.” Read on…

1. What is your name?

My name is Ian

2. Are you in a Club? If so, which one?

My Club is BorricoVolador

3. Who’s your favorite Solitaire TriPeaks character?

I like Poi, to me he’s like a dog and I’m a dog person.

4. Okay… now tell us your story…

Every word I’m writing is the truth, no embellishment, no lies.

I’ve experienced paranormal things my whole life. I was about three or four when I encountered my first spirit. The following events occurred over the course of about 5-6 months.

I relocated to Maryland and I rented a house. It was just me and my dog Sampson, a 160 lb Newfoundland. From day one Sampson would not go into the kitchen. I couldn’t even coax him with a treat or his food, so I would end up feeding him in the living room. After I was all moved in I could feel the house wasn’t “right” somehow, but I had no idea how bad it was.

I made a workshop in the basement and every time I was down there, I knew someone/something was watching me. It was a very uncomfortable feeling. One day I was cutting some molding on my table saw and I had a feeling I was being watched. I turned around and, of course, nobody was there. As I’m cutting the molding I thought what if the ghost pushed me into my table saw… I’m not kidding when I say less than 2 minutes later the molding kicked back and I cut the tip of my index finger off. When I recovered, I moved my workbench out to the garage and went in the basement as little as possible.

At night while we were watching TV I would see Sampson looking around the living room, he was watching something I couldn’t see. One night I was in bed and I felt the bed move… a couple of times. It was like someone sat on the bed, not bumped into. I looked over at Sampson and he was asleep on the other side of the room. I didn’t think too much about it until it happened again a few weeks later. Again, it was if someone sat on my bed and again, Sampson was asleep on the other side of the room.

The final straw for me was when Sampson was running full speed out of the living room and he was looking behind him. Something was chasing him and he was scared. Mess with me fine. Don’t mess with my dog. I loaded Sampson up into the car and we went to get some sage and a couple of protection runes for Sam’s collar. When we got home, I saged the entire house and burned some eucalyptus for a few days. It seemed to work, Sampson wasn’t looking around the living room, he didn’t seem afraid. I figured whatever was there was finally gone. Until it wasn’t.

One night I’m in bed, it was about 2:00 or 2:30 in the morning. I was awake, I had the TV on but my eyes were shut. I felt my bed move, as if someone sat on it – 3 times. I know it wasn’t Sampson because he was snoring so loud I made him sleep in the other room and I shut my door. I laid in bed and in my head I said to myself “I’m just going to ignore it.”

Then, in my left ear — clear as day — as if a real person was talking to me I heard one of two things. Either “you can’t ignore me” or “don’t ignore me.” I was so scared I couldn’t remember the first word. I laid there and decided I *would* ignore it and deal with it in the morning. If I had gotten up and left, the spirit would have made my life a living hell until I moved. The first thing the next morning I went to the store, bought white sage, holy water and blessed oils. I cleansed and blessed the house. I am an ordained minister, but anyone can bless their house.

Things were good for about 2 weeks and then I got that sense of feeling watched again, so I cleansed and blessed the house again. I finally got rid of whatever it was and when I saw Sampson go into the kitchen, I knew it was finally over. I moved out about 2 years after all that happened, I often wonder if the new owners experience anything.

5. Would you say this experience changed your life? If so, how so?

I don’t think the experience has changed my life.

6. Would you want to have the experience again?

No, I would not want to go through that again.

7. Is there anything else you’d like to add?

If your child tells you about something like an imaginary friend or a mean ghost that hides behind the bathtub – believe them.