An interesting story-i felt sad with you re the dog part of it-we had a dog like that,a magnificent pitchblack Great Dane-i can't really talk about
him much either,or I tear up,we also had a Dane/Alsation mix who departed that I am always sad about,still,when I think of how loving he was-people
don't always realise how fiercely their animals,especially dogs,love them.
I had a much beloved cat who in turn absolutely adored me,whom was seen on my bed by my daughter,some months after he dissappeared to never be seen
again-that is one cat I will never get over.
Anyway my daughter saw him but with glowing red eyes,on my bed-i never did,in any way,after his disappearance,I just have one or 2 pics and memories
of a grand and extremely loving cat-and this is where I stop with the animals now,its just too sad.
I grew up in a house where a lot of very strange things happened,this house was slap bang up next to an old deconsecrated church,on a graveyard,in an
industrial area of town-talk about the wrong side of the tracks.My adoptive mother would wake up to knocking from within her antique wardrobe,she felt
an invisible cat walking on her- I myself sensed from earliest memory unseen but very menacing presences looming over me-and I have memories of truely
twilight zone stuff happening to me in that house,some of which I don't think could be ascribed to the house itself,that may have occurred in any
house-fact is,it did occur in that house.
I have experienced much paranormal activity in this present home,out in the African Bush-a house that has no history of deaths or anything out of the
ordinary-and in the house we used to live in before we moved out here,which was in a suburb of one of my country's major cities.In that house,the old
lady died in the room I chose as my bedroom,and I could often feel a presence watching me from the doorway of the room.My eldest daughter would often
hear the sound of what sounded like some-one in slippers shuffling around in the kitchen.That was also the house in which my youngest daughter saw my
beloved cat as a red-eyed spectre.
There was a lot of satanic activity in that suburb,in fact a satanic "watchmen" sign was painted in the road outside our house,a man famous in my
country as a police occult crimes specialist came by once to drop off a tape for a friend who was staying with us at the time,the occult specialist
said that was a very bad thing,that sign.But here it comes to the point I am trying to make-sometimes it is the house you live in,or the people in
your life-sometimes you yourself is a target,a magnet,idk what te proper term is.
I mean eg I was living in a tiny but newish apartment in Cape Town.when I had one of The most surreal and weird experiences in a very strange weird
life-and incidentally my best friend from many years seemed to have then become involved in the occult/satanism+she was there sleeping over the night
it occured-although to be fair-that may not have been caused by her,even though I could hear her walking around at nights when she was sleeping
over,sounded like reciting incantations in an urgent whisper-soon after I moved across the country+cut her out of my life anyway,but it has always
seemed that the satanic has targeted me,from childhood.
Thing is,the "satanic" comes in other guises-factions of other origin come in "satanic" guise-it is nigh impossible to figure these things out.
But for sure,some folks,like myself,are magnets for paranormal activity+"high strangeness" +inexplicable twilight zone events happening to them.It
does'nt matter then,where you live.
Thanks for sharing your interesting story.
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