Ghost Dog
December 21st, 2008
Ok, Salutations and Greetings to all. First of all I want to wish everyone a Very Merry Christmas. This will probably be my last post to this blog for the year 2008, so a Happy and Prosperous New Year to one and all, hopefully that includes ME. 
Don’t fret though, I am almost finished wrapping up all the back-end tedious stuff to this web-site. And my plan is to post a story a day in 2009. So visit often and get your daily dose. I was actually going to wait until Jan. 1 to write even this, but I got the itch so……….
Since paranormal shows seem to be the trend these days(Ghost Hunters, Ghost Hunters International, Ghost Adventures, Paranormal Stories, A Haunting, Scariest Places on Earth, and all the other shows we know and LOVE). I have decided to add a TRUE Ghost story of my own. Here goes.
One night in about 1990, I was leaving a friend’s house in Canutillo, NM., completely sober mind you, at about 1am. I was going to stay at my Mom’s house in El Paso,TX. because I was borrowing her car (a Nissan Sentra) and she needed it the next morning. Now my friend lived in an area outside of Canutillo where there were only 4 houses on his road, and besides those four there were no houses for a couple of miles. I had just left his particular road and was traveling, at about 55mph, down a road that was about 2 miles long, no houses, no street lights, only Pecan trees as far as the eyes could see on both sides of the road. So this road was pretty SCARY in its own right, without any craziness. But wait ’til ya hear what happened next.
As I was speeding along, as I always did at the age of 18. I saw a pretty weird site about 1/4 mile ahead. It looked like a person walking about 7 or 8 dogs, all on leashes. The dogs looked like German Shepherds, or maybe Huskies. As I got closer I noticed that one of the dogs was in the middle of the street, so I did what anybody would do and tried to flash my brights as a warning that I was coming. Well in that Sentra the way to turn on the brights was on the same lever on the left of the steering wheel that also had a turny-knob on the end that turned the headlights off/on. So you guesed it, as I was trying to FLASH I accidentally turned my headlights OFF. I kinda freaked out, but managed to get the lights back on, just in time to see myself hit the dogs at about 55mph.
I, of course, immediately slammed on my breaks and skidded to a stop. All I could think about was the person holding the leash. I was like, “What have I done?”. Now it took me probably a good 200 feet to come to a complete stop, and I was really afraid that I had dragged this poor person the whole way. When I finally did come to a complete stop, I threw the car in reverse so I could help, assess the situation, and assume fault. As I put the car in reverse, I looked back before backing up, using my reverse lights to make sure I didn’t back over anything. As soon as my reverse lights came on, to my horror I saw the person. It was gruesome, and gives me chills to even write about it, but he/she was wearing a long black hooded robe, and had a hideous white,white, white face. He/she had both palms down on the trunk of my car, and an evil look on his/her pale white face. Now, I am not scared of much, but I felt sheer terror. I threw the car in first and tore outta there. The only thing racing faster than the car was my heart. It was the longest, fastest drive to my mom’s that I had ever experienced.
In retrospect, I realize that at that time I really thought that I had just stared DEATH in the face. This thing really looked like my idea of The Grim Reaper. As the sleepless night went by, and morning came. I had spent the whole night trying to logically explain to myself what had happened. The next day, as soon as I thought my friend was awake, I called him. I didn’t want to say too much right off the bat, so I fished round. I asked him if any of his neighbors had mentioned anything about any of their dogs. He said that none of his neighbors had a dog, except for maybe a little Yorkie a couple of houses down. He, of course, asked me why I was asking. After I related the whole story to him, he said, (and this is the kicker) ” Dude, I’m not trying to freak you out, but the same thing happened to my dad last week.” No explanation, no joke. It was just one of those unexplainable mysteries that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
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