Dogs & Ghosts

Some people think Australian Shepherds can see into the next world.

I don't know if dogs can see ghosts or not, but I did have a spooky experience...
 
I was driving to a dog show in March.  I leave Friday after work and drive until I absolutely have to pull over (which is usually around 2 or 3 am.)  I pulled off and parked next to a hotel.  The parking lot was full so I parked on the road that paralleled the highway, after the hotel entrances the road was a gravel road that went into the woods. 
 
I lay down in the front seat and Xerxes had the back (I was driving an F150 at this time) and Xerxes started 1/2 barking, kind of like a chuffing sound.  I was tired and irritable so I kept telling him to shut it.  After about 10 minutes of his incessant chuffing, I looked out the back and didn't see anything.  So I closed the sliding window and admonished him "You've lost your window priviledges now!" 
 
Xerxes was quiet for a few minutes and then started his chuffing again.  Again I looked up and saw absolutely nothing.  I laid back down, getting more irritable each time he made another sound.  I got about 20 or 30 minutes of sleep and I woke up, Xerxes was staring out the back window intently, completely stiff and on alert, but making no real sound.  I looked out the window and there was the shadow of a person about 50 feet away from the back of the truck, seeming to cross the gravel road, but leaning like he was peering around to see if traffic was coming.  At that moment Xerxes started barking his alarm bark.  (I think he was saying "I told you so!") 
 
I was a little uneasy, but not scared, I figured that my doors were locked and who's going to mess with a truck that has not only an early warning system but a possible threat to anyone with bad intent (a dog.)  So I laid back down.  Something wasn't right though, and I couldn't get back to sleep.  So about 10 minutes later I got up, got out the Maglite (police type flashlight) that I carry, leashed up Xerxes and got out of the truck to go investigate. 
 
We walked about 100 feet or so down that gravel road with the flashlight lighting up everything.  Not only was there no trail leading from the woods where I saw the "person" coming across the road, but I couldn't see any evidence that there was a person there at all.  Xerxes wouldn't go off the road to smell the bushes or to urinate (which is strange because he thinks the world belongs to him and everyone should know it.)
 
So I hightailed it out of there and didn't stop until I got to the show location.  Was it a ghost or a sneaky person?  I don't know.  But whatever it was it freaked my dog out.

I once thought cats have that sence to see and communicate with ghost.

I often wonder when my dog starts to bark at what seems like nothing, if there is really something there.

The first house we lived in when we moved up here was 110 or so years old.  It was a magnificant old home with the great woodwork and wainscotting, etc, AND had a walk up attic.  In a house that old, it just stands to reason that someone died there......in days gone by people usually died at home.  At various times all of us saw both the grandma and the little girl.  My dogs never did more than wag a tail at those two.  However, we also must have had a not so nice spirit living there because every now and then one of the dogs would start barking at NOTHING....no sound, no sight that WE could see....but they would go absolutely NUTS.  This was an old, solidly built house so it wasn't as if they were hearing things from outside because you just didn't unless the windows were opened...and those were HUGE heavy things with the old leaded glass that took two of us to open.  Whatever or who ever this other spirit was, he never revealed himself to us, but the dogs knew he/she was there.
 
And since ya'll already are gonna think I'm nuts...heres another one.....that house still sits empty more than a year later, and I often feel sorry for the two spirits that LIKED us and wonder if they are lonely without a family in the house.....

Ooooooh, ghost stories, fun topic.

My only one is kind of sad, but now it's kind of cool for the spook factor, since it will be a couple years in the spring.

It was one Saturday morning about 4 am - it was just a couple weeks short of Midsummer so it was the dark cold hour right before dawn. We were all still asleep so it was very startling when several of the dogs started to howl wildly. My dogs aren't howlers so the sound really jerked us awake.

We quickly identified the howlers - Don, Doug, Ann, Jen. There was no mistake about who it was because of where they were crated or kenneled around the house. They cried in chorus one, two, three times and then were silent. Just three thin howls, no barking or whining - and the other dogs neither joined in nor seemed particularly interested.

We went to the back door and looked out - the guard dogs were even quiet. It was just starting to get a little grey and we went back to bed after a couple of exchanges of "That was weird." "Yeah."

About an hour and a half later the phone awakened us again. Patrick's face fell when he listened to the first few words after he picked it up. He handed it to me saying, "Steve died this morning."

Steve trained and trialed Don and Doug, and bred and trained Ann and Jen. I found out from his wife, that he had been hospitalized the night before and had passed away that morning about 4:00.

I tell this because Steve would love this story. []

ORIGINAL: nocturnal76
Any of you watch "Ghost Hunters" on Sci-Fi?

yep. have you been watching the new season? i like how they always try to find a reasonable explanation first. to me it makes them seem more credible.

ORIGINAL: Xerxes
 But whatever it was it freaked my dog out.

sounds like it freaked his owner out as well! []

The last house I lived in had spirits and the animals were the first ones to pick up on them. The spirits liked to hang out in my room, which was in the attic, the stairs leading down to the main floor, Osama Bin Mama's room and in the basement. There have been times when Shiloh would be standing at the top of the stairs in my room and would bark furiously down them as if someone were standing there. He did that on a few occasions and it would scare the hell out of me. My cockatiel Ike would also start talking in the middle of the night. He would say "What's up?" and start singing his repetoire of songs as if someone was standing in front of his cage. Of course, that's not mentioning my personal experiences. []

Of course, that's not mentioning my personal experiences.

 
Do tell...that's what this thread is for, isn't it?
 

  I tell this because Steve would love this story. []

 
I liked it too.
 

  And since ya'll already are gonna think I'm nuts...heres another one.....that house still sits empty more than a year later, and I often feel sorry for the two spirits that LIKED us and wonder if they are lonely without a family in the house.....

 
I don't think you're nuts for that.  It's the 6 GSDs and 3 cats...[]

Brookcove, your story reminds me of a similiar one I was told a few months ago. I'm a quarter Japanese, and before moving in with my fiance I lived with my grandparents - my grandmother is fully Japanese. A few months back four relatives came to visit her for a week. It was late and they were all sitting around the dining room table. I don't speak much Japanese, so I was sort of confused when a story was told which made everyone very, very sad.

The next morning I had my grandmother tell it to me. My.. great.. uncle? I just call him uncle. His wife had a dog, and they were very very close. This dog was terrified of water. He would not take a bath, would not go out in the rain, avoided even puddles. Well, my uncle's wife became very sick from cancer. She had been in the hospital for quite a while. One day, she passed away. Later that day, my uncle relised the dog had gone missing. It turns out he had broken out of where they were living, and drowned himself nearby.

My last dog, a min pin, use to do that thing where he would bark at nothing. It always freaked me out, because it was not just his normal bark (leaves are moving, there is someone in the driveway, etc) it was his panic bark. Mostly to ceiling corners where there would be nothing I could detect.
Once he did this at night to the stairway from the basement. I'd always been afraid of a room down there because it always felt strange and off. I would always run up the stairs because it felt like something was following me. So, this didn't exactly help my fear. [&:] I dunno what was up with him, but it was freaky anyway.

You guys are all freaking me out with these stories![sm=eek.gif]

The house I used to live in had at least 3 spirits. All male, 1 of which was a child. I saw the child about a month after we moved in. My cousin and I went out drinking and we came home. We were crashed out in my room when I had this feeling something was watching us. I woke up to see the boy ghost standing against the wall. I tried to wake my cousin up but he was passed the hell out. I told my cousin about that but he didn't seem to buy it until the day he saw the male ghost. I was just getting out of the shower when he came over. I was standing by the entry to the living room and the stairs that lead up to my room were behind me. My cousin and I were talking when he asked "Who's here?". No one but me was home and he said that a man just walked behind me and went into my mothers room. I told him "No one is here!" and I thought he was joking until he pushed me out of the way to go check my mothers room. He swore up and down that a tall man walked behind me and went into my mothers room. He was really freaked out about that. I eventually saw who he was talking about not long after that. The Boy and I were taking a nap in my mom's room. It turned out to be one of those naps where you fall asleep in the day and wake up in the night. As I was sleeping, I felt someone watching us. I woke up to see this huge shadow standing next to the bed. It kinda freaked me out but I wasn't scared. I got the feeling he was friendly. They also liked to play pranks. They would take things, such as ID's and credit cards, and hide them in the most craziest places where you know you wouldn't have put them there in the first place. One night I was getting ready to go out and I had my money on the bed. I was getting ready to leave and my money was gone. I looked everywhere and there was nothing. I went out, came home and in the morning, something told me to look over the side of my bed. I looked and there was my money sprawled all over the floor. Now there was no way I could've missed that the night before. I was glad to have my money back and told them that if they steal anyone elses's money, feel free to deposit it in my room.
 
Around that time, my cousin moved in. He stayed in the basement and he experienced things such as the faucet turning on or the closet door opening. Now the closet door was held closed by a hook and wouldn't normally open on it's own. He, as well as I, would also wake up to our beds shaking. That was the most physical thing we've experienced.
 
The last incident I had was right before we moved out. Farmer Ray(my boyfriend) came over and after we handled "grown folks business" we went to sleep. I was sleeping against the wall and as I was sleeping, I felt someone was watching us. I woke up to literally find a shadow all up in my face. I backed up and told him "Dude..  back the hell up!" and he did. He was just standing there watching us. Perhaps he was intrigued by what he saw earlier. I'll never know but he was still there for a while and I went back to sleep. We moved and I can honestly say, I miss those guys. I can only hope they don't freak out the new people in that house. I took pics of all the rooms as we moved out and there's a lot of orbs in some of the pics. I'll post those later.
 
In the new house, I've experienced some crazy things. The most craziest is that punk midget who likes to come into my room and hide next to the tv. My tv is on the floor and there's a space between it and the wall. He likes to hide right there. That was until I moved the tv closer to the wall.

The Chukchi people say that Siberian husky, two of them guard the entrance to heaven.  I do believe that the Siberian have an instinct that is mysterious, playful and yet deeply/spiritually understanding.

One time I was sitting on the sofa - thinking about my old husky that I lossed in the spring.  I was feeling so sad and my puppy, (Siberian husky)brought his(my old boy's) soft teddy bear up to me, sat it beside me and left it with me-  It was strangely amazing and comforting.

I don't really believe in ghosts as they portray them on the tv, but I do think there is spirit.  I think it is something that is not going to die with the physical body.  But not sure at all how it all turns out~  I like to think my boy is ok and with the folks and other spirit pets in the place called heaven.  He sure was a lovely friend to have here.
 
editing in here;  The communistic government ordered for the Siberian husky dogs that the Chukchi had bred and trained over a couple thousand years , to be eradicated.  Reason given was that the indians fed the dogs salmon and that was not considered fair by the communistic gov. since people were starving in Russia.  But I trust a group of people with the spirit like the Chukchi to survive.  See this reference from the web. 
[linkhttp://www.arcticphoto.co.uk/gallery2/arctic/peoples/chukchi/rc0027-13.htm]http://www.arcticphoto.co.uk/gallery2/arctic/peoples/chukchi/rc0027-13.htm[/link]
 
Any group who can train wild reindeer is pretty splendid.  This is the spirit of a people.  Fascinating.

Ok, I know I haven't written here in a while but I have been around.
  This is a no S#itter...3 or 4 weeks ago, my wife and I were sleeping in bed, I felt something grab my feet and move them over, and then tug on my  blanket 4-5 times, it wasn't my wifes tug on the blanket, her's is just grab and roll over. This was a sharp 1,2,3,4,5 kind of a tug. It woke me up right away and I sat up, and I swear!!! If i'm lying im dying, Gobi was standing in the corner wagging his tail looking at the corner of our bedroom. Maybe I was half asleep but I swear I saw someone standing there, it scared the s#it out of me and for some reason I ran to get the person in my bedroom, i thought someone broke in. (there is only one way into the studio, through a big steel sliding gate that makes a LOT of noise) I slammed my arms into the wall and the person wasn't there....Gobi then did his chuff and walked into the living room wagging his tail and sat at the door wagging his tail for a minute then climed into bed like it was no big deal.
I have goosebumps thinking about it still, my wife wants to move out...And today is Halloween and i'm freaking myself out since it's 2:30am...

my wife wants to move out

 
Lol, when I first read that...I read  >>And my wife wants me to move out!  Tee hee, sorry!  []
 
That is a bit scary.