The Possessed Golden Retriever

Date: 12/25/2018

I was being haunted but it came in two rounds. The hauntings began and were determined by a pin cushion, the ones that look like a tomato with a little strawberry attached that you stick sewing needles into. The little strawberry would move on it’s own and I didn’t think much of it, until it dragged the entire item across the table. From that point I started to see apparitions. They looked like normal people expect their eyes and mouths appeared to be fixed in wide-eyed smiles with an overlay of static like the snow from a TV. I panicked but somehow calmly and was able to whip them away using a belt, yelling a confident but scared chant that made little to know sense. They took no effort to exorcise. Until the second night. I knew what was happening yet the terror rose in my throat like bile. The apparitions were stronger. I was sitting in a circle with my family and a Golden retriever, as I was trying to prove our haunting. The strawberry on my sewing cushion moved as always, and they were stunned with fear. As they tried to rationalize these events, their voices faded and I was faced with the retriever. His dog-like traits are removed and it was as if a projector was casting the static image of a human mouth and eyes on this dog, as it taunted and laughed at me. It insisted I would succumb to fear and be devoured by the true master. I gasped and choked for air and words tumbled from my mouth in a crazed, manic jumble. No one around me could hear. I took the belt and whipped it manically, I was drooling on myself from pure fear. The apparitions, which started to look more like small children with milky white eyes and that terrible, static smile, kept appearing and taunting me. I became more crazed and desperate, determined that whipping them with my belt would rid them, but they kept appearing. My family seemed baffled and confused by my behavior, oblivious to the battle going on around them. I couldn’t breathe or speak but I continued to fight until there were no spirits left to fight. With exhaustion beginning to take my body I faded into darkness, terrified that I’d never wake up.