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Faceless dog

The Faceless Dog

It was around 4:50 A.M. My wife worked early at the local hospital and left around this time every morning. It was still completely dark outside at this time, and seeing as how I didn't work until 2:30 P.M. that afternoon, I went back to sleep after she got up.

But this particular morning was different. This morning has stayed with me for years.

The Experience

As usual, I listened to her walk through the hallway from our bedroom after telling me bye, walk through the living room, and out the front door. I would always listen for the locking sound of the door to be assured that she was gone. And, like always, I listened to her start up her car and drive away. Dead silence. The way it is every morning after she leaves.

Except for this morning.

In our kitchen, we had a back door. It went to a small back patio. After she had left, I heard the storm door shut loudly as if the big door had already been opened. I was frozen with fear. Even if this were a burglar, what was I supposed to do? I'm not a confrontational man by any means. Maybe it was just my wife coming back in from the back yard? No. That didn't make sense.

Our kitchen floor was linoleum. Across the kitchen floor, I could hear something walking. Not footsteps, though. This was a particular sound that I recognized immediately. They were the claws of an animal, and they sounded like a dog's feet walking through my kitchen.

I heard the sound of the dog's feet walking through my kitchen and then become muffled when entering the living room due to the carpet. The clicking resumed when the animal reached the hallway that led to my bedroom, which was hardwood at the time.

I could hear it growing nearer with every step. I was still paralyzed with complete fear, not knowing what to expect. As it finally reached the door, I turned towards the doorway to see what was in my house.

It was indeed a dog, but unlike any dog I had ever seen.

It was solid black, with no noticeable features on its face; almost like it was a silhouette. There was no nose, mouth opening, or eyes. Only the shape of the dog's head; very similar to that of a doberman. The ears stood upright.

I lay there, still frozen in place, and watched the dark canine figure stand in my doorway. It seemed to be looking at me, but since it had a lack of eyes, it was hard to tell. There were also no eye sockets present; only smooth patches of skin where they should be. After what seemed like hours passed, the creature began to emit a noise, but this was not the typical noise that would be coming from a dog.

What I heard was a low and muffled moaning, and it seemed to just be radiating from the center of the dog's body. The moaning only increased in volume, but still was muffled. It wasn't the tone of a child's moan, but that of a grown man.

It sounded like it was in pain.

The room grew noticeably colder, and I could feel chills going down my spine. I just stared blankly, not knowing what to do. The moaning had finally reached a surprisingly steady volume, never increasing or decreasing. The bed began to lightly shake at this point.

I finally mustered up the courage to turn away from the dog and cover up my head like a scared child. When I did, the moaning ceased. The bed was no longer shaking. I thought it was over. Perhaps I was experiencing heightened paranoia during sleep paralysis, and this was causing me to be delusional, and I had finally snapped out of it.

After about a minute passed, my nightmare had resumed. I felt something large stand up by my side of the bed and lay its body on top of me. It made no noticeable noise, only silence.

The room was silent. I couldn't move; I couldn't speak. I was completely and totally helpless. I was sure that this would be the end of me, because whatever it was that was on top of me was trying to suffocate me.

In panic, I did the only thing I knew I could do for comfort. I quoted scriptures from the Bible to myself in my head that I had learned from my grandmother when I was younger.

"But whose hearkeneth unto me shall dwell safely, and shall be quiet from fear of evil." - Proverbs 1:33

I quoted this many times in my head, not knowing why. It's all I could think of doing.

At that time, the pressure on top of me ended. I could freely move and speak. I quickly sat up in bed, turned on my lamp, and looked around. Nothing. Not a sign of anything ever being in my room. I was free from this nightmare.

To this day, I still do not know who or what was in my house with me. I was never a religious person, and even now I still shy away from it. All I know is that a passage from the Bible seemingly saved me in my time of need.

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