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| Tina |
I never had a supernatural experience until I was a preteen, about 12 years old. I had a dog that I loved, and she loved me. She was "mine," not just in name only, but because she liked me best out of all the other humans in our family. "Tina" was a half pit bull and half Catahoula "cow dog." She was large, like a pit bull, but colored up like a cow dog. She followed me everywhere I went, and whatever I did, she was right there beside me.
Tina had a particular habit when it came to coming into my room. She'd scratch at the door so hard that you could see the bottom of the door moving. This was my cue to get up and let her in.
As it happened with many of our dogs, Tina lost her life on Highway 73. We lost a lot of animals on that road, and it was always a sad occasion. I remember when Tina was buried on our property. By that time, I was about to become a teenager. I thought I was nearly grown, but I still grieved for that dog.
One Thursday evening, not too long after Tina died, I heard her scratching at my door. Instantly, I rolled over and turned the lamp on. The bottom of the door was moving.
I yelled at the door, "Stop it!" And the rattling did stop - for a few minutes. Then it started again. This time, I got up and opened the door. Nothing happened, and I shut the door again. Whatever had just happened to me didn't happen again.
It took a while, but I finally connected the dots. Tina would scratch and push against the door to be let in. I'd open the door to let her inside, and that was the end of the matter. I suppose that's what took place after she died. I opened the door, and she came in. I guess that satisfied her, for she never bothered me again.
The End
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