Happy Halloween! Share your spooky dog stories - Page 1

I think it'd be fun to share our dog related scary stories.

About 3-4 years ago my fiance, Joe, and I were renting a townhome. While nothing too odd or scary ever happened, we constantly joked about our "ghost" as things would go missing and reappear in places that made no sense. My dogs would occasionally go off at nothing or stare hard into nothing. At least 1-2 mornings out of the week the small photo frames on my desk would be facing down. I assumed it was the dogs knocking into my desk in the night, but once I tried shalking it, kicking it...could not get those frames to tip forward. It never really bothered us, it really wasn't constant or scary at all.

One night, I had already gone up to bed. Joe was in the process of turning everything off when he he heard a low, deep growl. He figured he startled one of my dogs out of their sleep and they didn't instantly recognize him. He turned to see one of my females, Aila, growling, teeth bared, watching a point slightly behind him. He was actually afraid someone had broken in, so intent was my dog's stare behind him. He turned to see and as he did, my dog lunged past him, barking (her barking woke me up, actually) and snapping at the air. At nothing, behind where he had been standing. He grabbed her, called her name several times, and she sort of "snapped out of it", whined and licked his face, then seemed fine.  She's never done anything like it again, but it really rattled him.

Wow... How strange!

Holy Cow!   You just scared me!   I'll probably have a nightmare after reading your story........apparently your dog sensed "something" in the room .....not human.....YIKES !!

I don't remember where I saw it, read it or heard it but it's some kind of folklore that a dog can see death and when they react like she did, she is protecting you from death.  That story made the hair on my arms stand up!  Freaky indeed!

No one else has spooky K9 sixth sense stories? Bummer.

OK I have one. Back when I was twenty years old I was renting an old school house. We never went upstairs because it was not remodeled and it was kinda scary especially at night. My soon to be wife was living with me and she made me keep a couch in front of the door leading to the upstairs because she hated it so bad. I had an Alaskan Malmute at the time and one night when I was there alone i went to bed and brought  Fred the Malmute in the bedroom with me because it was a little scary by yourself. I also left the tv on all night just for some noise. Craziest thing happened that night, I woke up about 2 or 3 in the morning and the tv had snow on the screen because  the channel signed off as they did back then. I remember looking at the screen and Fred was sitting on the floor staring at the screen and wasn't moving a muscle, it was almost like a dream because the bedroom had a blue tint to it and I was not scared at all. What freaked me out the next morning was Fred the Malmute was barking in the bathroom and I walked in and there were 3 dead rats floating in the toilet. About a week  later we were sleeping in the bedroom and my soon to be wife woke me because Fred the Malmute was growling real low and I remember telling him to shush about that time we heard what sounded like a logger chain being dragged on the floor upstairs, where we never went. Me thinking I was Billy bad ass got up and grabbed my shotgun and opened the door to upstairs, the chain noise stopped and I yelled I was coming up with a gun, so if you were a friend of mine goofing around now would be a good time to let me know. There was no response and I started walking upstairs, gun in hand and stopped half way because Fred the Malmute wouldn't go up in front of me. Long story short we moved from that house soon after that.
Believe it or not, it really happened.

blueshep,

That is scary!  The rats alone would have run me off but the sound upstairs, creepy!

Deb

Not scary, but I had a sixth sense experience with one of my dogs, Garedd (sire of Kaffir, my screen namesake and current avatar).  When he was about 12 or so, Garedd bloated and because he was aggressive towards my vet, I brought him home after the op, semi conscious and put him in my indoor office to recover.  I had to go outside to see a client and in the middle of talking to them, I got a stabbing pain in my stomach and I "knew" it was Garedd.  Dashed indoors and there he was, still groggy and bloating again!

He survived by the way, despite the vets reluctance to operate again, lived for another couple of years.

Margaret N-J