Three-headed Dogs and Dangerously Thick Fogs

First Proper Encounter

Every house I've ever lived in since I was a really little girl has been haunted or there was a presence. I moved around quite a bit and we never actually bought a house. One year we moved to a larger house right across the road from a bus stop and a short walk away from the shops—it was me, my mum, my nanny, my grandad, my uncle, my uncle's girlfriend, my auntie, my little dog, and my auntie's best friend Lizzie when we first moved in.

When we first went into the house I didn't feel as though there was anything there, the air was light and normal, unlike the other houses I'd lived in, and there wasn't any strange creaking or anything. It was normal for about six weeks, then every now and then I'd hear a door creaking open or the floorboards making noise when no one was there to make the noises.

It wasn't too much and it wasn't as much as the other houses I'd been in so I didn't really take too much notice of it and I could sleep a lot better than usual at night so I was okay and that house seemed like it was better.

After about two months in the house nothing more had happened. Then the creaking became more frequent and sometimes when I was home by myself a window or the glass back door would be open a little bit and I could have sworn I'd shut it, and also locked it. But I'd just shut it and lock it again and watch it and nothing would open it.

After another month in the house it got scarier.

One day I was home with just my mum and my auntie. My mum was up in her bedroom or the bathroom, somewhere upstairs, cleaning, and my auntie was in her bedroom with my dog, Poppy. I was downstairs in the back of the house, and the garage door was slightly open as well as the glass back door. The blinds in the kitchen above the sink were open to let some light in. Poppy started barking and scratching at the door at the front of the house, which was my auntie's bedroom door. I heard my auntie get up and slide open the door and Poppy ran out to the back of the house.

My auntie shut her door again and went back to whatever she was doing.

I was sitting on the couch watching TV and Poppy jumped up on the couch and laid across my lap. She was a small dog, not much of a guard dog apart from how load she could bark. She laid across my lap and looked around the area, her tail dropping down between the couch's cushions.

I stroked her soft head and started talking to her like you do when you love your dog, in that voice that makes you sound like a weirdo. She started barking again, and she barked up at me then down at the back door, which was right next to me from where I sat on the couch. She barked up, down, up, down, for about two minutes until the blinds in the kitchen rushed shut, making a silent clatter.

Poppy started actually growling at the back door, which she never did, not even when she thought someone or something was a threat, so whatever she was growling at must have been different.

I told her to calm down and I stroked her to calm her down, but it didn't work. She just kept growling.

The garage door was open a crack, and I instinctively got up and went to shut it, and it opened right up with a harsh force and slammed shut.

My mum called down to me from upstairs and my auntie came out of her room. Nothing happened for a few hours, and then just seconds before my grandad entered, the back door slammed shut. My mum called down, annoyed, trying to sleep, and I called up in apology.

My grandad walked in and it all stopped for the day and not much happened for a few months.

Then, a few months later, I was sleeping on my top bunk of my bunk bed which no one else slept in so I could be on bottom bunk or top bunk, and I started waking up. When I looked at my iPad to see the time it was exactly 2:53 in the morning. The time is embedded in my memory, and I'm not sure why, but it's never left.

I was on my side and I felt the air was thicker and heavier, but not by much. I shut my eyes again and tried to go back to sleep. I decided I wanted to turn onto my other side so I wasn't looking towards the window, so I tried to roll over, but there was this pushing pressure of air and I only managed to get onto my back. A few seconds later, I felt a pressure pushing down on my chest, really hard, but it didn't feel how it would feel if someone was pushing their hand on your chest, it just felt like a big force of air. I couldn't move, talk, open my eyes—anything. After about five minutes or maybe a few seconds less, the pressure lifted off of my chest in a flash and I shot into a sitting position, wheezing, breathing heavy and loud, shaking, opening my eyes. I quickly turned on my lamp and looked around the room, but I didn't see anyone or anything out of the ordinary. I checked the time on my iPad, and I'm not even kidding, it was exactly 3:00 in the morning.