In August of 1994, I moved into a house on 4th Street in Marquette, MI. It was a two story house, and a friend and I were renting the bottom half. The top story was not rented at the time, but was blocked off from our half. I was 21 and in college at the time. My roommate would not be moving in for a week, so I was looking forward to having the house to myself. I set up the living room with the 90’s guy essentials, Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis, and cable TV. In my bedroom, I didn’t have a bed… yet… that would arrive in a week, so I slept on a flip out chair that doubled as a mattress. 4th Street was a fairly busy street, a lot of traffic went by my bedroom windows, so I slept little the first few nights. I usually played video games until midnight, then went to sleep. The third night, I woke up when I heard what sounded like a pig grunting. I sat up and saw what looked like a pug dog, with a frown on its face, as if it had just smelled it’s own fart, with glowing red eyes.
I sat for a few minutes, looking directly into it’s eyes. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, yet this dog was still there. I thought that maybe, somehow a dog got into the house. The frown on the dog’s face turned into a slight growl. Maybe I was the one who farted. I thought.
The pug started to walk slowly backwards, away from me, looking at me the entire time. It disappeared into the wood paneled wall. I never saw it again. I wasn’t drunk or high, a bit tired from adjusting to sleeping in a new place, but that was it. My roommate arrived a few days later and moved out a month later after some disagreements we had. Two new roommates moved in and never had any experience like I did.
I don’t know what I saw that night, it easily could have been a trick of light and my tired imagination playing tricks on me. Or it could have been some pissed off mutt from the great beyond, unhappy with a farting situation that took place in that room. I often wonder, if that was the case, that a bodily function annoyed that mutt to the point that he had to make his presence known, how come he never came back when their was enough sex happening in that room to keep a porn site up and running?
Thanks for reading. CB
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