This happened around four months ago in Vancouver, B.C Canada. It was around midnight, my mother was sleeping and my dad was out working. As usual, it was me laying back on my bed with my big dopey labrador, Smeagle.
There has always been a paranormal element in my family. My mother had a rather horrifying experience in her youth, and I’d been feeling presences and seeing things since a young age. It had never really scared me since the figures I’d seen had not been threatening; they shocked me at first, but now I’d grown used to it. I’d only asked them to give me a sign that they were there first, as to avoid fear.
Anyway, so I was watching TV and trying to sleep when I heard footsteps downstairs. It took me two seconds to break it down in my mind; there was no clanging or the garage door opening signaling the return of my dad, or the front door opening, or my mother’s door. It was a spirit, most likely. I sat still and just closed my eyes to sleep, ignoring the uneasy feeling in my chest at first.
But it kept going. Across the hardwood floor- clump, clump, clump. I opened my eyes and the first thing I noticed- with a jolt- is that my usual dopey, laid back dog was standing on my bed and staring at my door with a laser-like focus. His hackles were raised, head low. He looked like he wanted to growl but couldn’t. His tail was up. I sat up and he paid no attention to me as the footsteps continued. Something wasn’t right….
A warm, hot feeling of fear washed over my body. I hadn’t felt that until my first experience with the paranormal. I felt unhinged- like it could be in my room. But then the footsteps got harder and weaved around my house.
I looked at the alarm clock sitting next to my bed. One A.M. The footsteps moved to the living room- slowly. Two A.M. The thing moved through the bottom floor of the house- then the clumps of the footsteps softened.
I looked at my dog to see he’d changed again. He was laying down at my side, whimpering loudly. The footsteps were coming up the stairs, closer now. It had been three hours and it had felt like three minutes- what had come over me!? I force my jelly-legged body to stand up and I grab the doorknob. Yes, it was winter, but that doorknob was icy. I turned the doorknob- there was a step outside the door.
No fear… I swing the door open and look at a dark, pitch-black figure and can’t shout. Its like my voice was taken away. Then my mother opened her door and saw the figure too, which fell away at her gaze. She turned to me and hugged me closely, then we went and slept in her room with Smeagle.
The figure’s activity has grown more active, but we still live in the house. We believe it to be a poltergeist.