The Ghost In The Corner

Greta can already see things I can't in the corner.

The Ghost In The Corner

Our dog, Scarlet, reacted the same way before she died.

She would often growl and bark at the same section of wall near the ceiling in our dining room. Now, Greta, our new Dobie does the same thing, only with more intensity. It took Scarlet years to accept the ghost in the corner. Greta does not like it and has yet to accept it. She did it last night several times. We were on the couch in the living room, and she had her head in my lap with a perfect view of the corner near the ceiling in the dining room. She suddenly jumped up and began growling and barking at the same spot.

I've long known that room has a lot of activity. It is the same room where I watched something I couldn't see tear down my Christmas tree in 2000. It had been my living room then. It is the same room where the lights would slowly dim out and then flash three times before going back to normal. There was nothing wrong with the wiring or the bulbs. Many nights I sat in the now living room and watched things walk or dart past in the dining room. It's like the psychic flow center in the house. At some point years ago, it had been a doctor's examining room and my current living room was a waiting room. Who knows how many people have died in my house? I know of at least three right now. The place was built in 1875 or around that time. I have been out of my body several times, and encountered something that was pure evil trying to stop me from getting back into body in that room. I ran it from the house, or so I thought.

The something evil must be back in that corner spot, and my dog can see it several times a day. It hasn't messed with me for a long time, but my view of things on the other side has happened less and less as I get older. Greta can see whatever it is almost every day. This house is for sure an endless haunt for many creatures. I don't care as long as we can share it without getting in each other's way.

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