Over the weekend, I saw a paranormal TV show on which a family had made claims of hearing explicit growling in their home. I had guests from out of town, and one of the guests stated, "That is crazy." I then remembered my own experience from 1991 in Caledonia, Wisconsin.
I was 18 years old and had rented my first apartment all by myself. This place was a very old, two-bedroom unit that was surrounded by nothing more than fields of cabbage. There were no other buildings or homes nearby. I had to drive up a long gravel driveway that literally ran in the middle of farm fields. I never had friends or guests over because I was embarrassed by the place, and it was so far out from my friends and family.
I had a habit, even to this day, of showering and putting make up on, etc., then grabbing a spray bottle of cleaner and a rag and wiping down the mirror and sink quickly after each use.
One day after I climbed out of the shower, I looked in the mirror and, as corny as this sounds, it's true: the word "pig" was written on the mirror. I looked closely at it, and it was not written in the steam, but appeared after steam had filled the mirror. I also had to be on a angle to see it clearly.
It really shocked me. I never had a person in that place and must have cleaned that mirror a hundred times before this showed up. How? Who? Why? It did not make sense. I did not write that, so how did it survive so many cleans? The idea that someone broke into the place and took nothing, but decided to write "pig" on my mirror with a oily finger so it would appear in steam one day is just silly. I dismissed it at that.
Some time after that, possibly many months, once again I showered, dressed, and had stepped into the kitchen to grab something. I turned and looked out at the snow coming down and wondered how bad the roads would be after I finished my second shift.
That's when I heard this long growl that sounded like it came from behind my right shoulder and about a foot above me. I spun around in shock and, of course, nothing was there. I didn't have pets, it was winter, the windows were closed up, and I was completely alone.
I stood there for a moment, trying to figure out where it came from. I then grabbed my purse, jacket, and keys and just hightailed it out of there. I went to work with wet hair and no make up.
I never had anything else happen while I lived there and moved out a couple months later. Someone who grew up in the area laughed when I told them I lived there at one time and they said, "Oh, you lived in the chicken coupe, hey?" They then went on to say, "You know, a young man died at the end of your driveway many years ago, after rounding the bend way too fast and hitting a tree head-on."
I do not know how accurate this car accident story is, but yes, growling from nowhere really does happen. It happened to me many years ago.