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Ghost
Hound
by Dragonscale
This happened when I was around 12. I was spending the night over at my friend's house. I was not really tired, but I forced myself to go to sleep. At about midnight, my friend Andy woke me up. She was holding a flashlight in one hand and a pocket knife in the other. She asked if I wanted to sneak out of the house and I was game. So we kicked out the screen and climbed out of the window well into her back yard. After completing a few laps around the park, I asked Andy if we could go look at the old creek behind the bus lot. We eventually found the creek and we climbed down into it.
There was a path that Andy knew about that ran approximately 20 feet from the water surrounded by waist-high grass and what we now fondly refer to as "spooky trees." We were walking along that. Andy had the flashlight so I was staring at the ground, not wanting to trip and hurt myself when Andy gripped my shoulder and hissed, "Do you see that dark blob?" I looked into the gloom, allowing my eyes to adjust and soon a blob in the grass became apparent. I answered, "Yes." Her grip on my shoulder tightened painfully. "Does it appear to be moving toward us?" The thing did appear to be moving forward, so I answered, "Yes."
"Do you think we should run away now?" Too late, I was already running. Propelled by the sound of parting grass behind us, we tore up that hill like our butts were on fire. Next thing I knew, we were back in Andy's room, panting and gasping. I sank into an arm chair. I suddenly caught the look Andy was giving me. Like she had just sat on a tack. She blinked and said, "Where the hell is my dad's flashlight?" After a brief discussion, we decided that risking certain death was better than getting caught by our parents for sneaking out (though thanks to a bratty younger brother, we were caught anyway, but that's another story).
So this time we ventured forth into the creek without a flashlight. Finding the area were we had dropped everything and scrambled, we both starting looking. After a few moments of sifting through waist-high grass, constantly checking for any blobs that might be sneaking up on us, I found the flashlight and looked up at Andy. She sighed and made a "thank God!" gesture. We had relaxed and even started to laugh a little when I chanced to look across the creek. I swear to God, I peed my pants. Now that the whole ordeal is over and done with, both Andy and I agree that the creature looked like a hunched over dog, black in color. Andy says that it had red eyes, but I really wasn't paying attention. I was rooted to the spot. You always hear in horror stories that the victim is "rooted to the spot" or "paralyzed with fear," but I swear that those terms are no exaggeration. I was actually screaming at myself to run.
The thing moved and let loose a horrible gut-wrenching howl. It tore through me in a way that is hard to explain. It's like having you heart incased in ice. But then suddenly my legs discovered that they could move, and man did they move. Andy's house was two blocks away. The both of us made it there in not more than 20 seconds. I guess we were part of some strange ghost hound sighting, because ever since us other people have been seeing the hell hound or what ever it was. This is the best we can describe it.
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