Subject: WWW Form Submission
Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2006 08:22:47 -0700 (PDT)
Name: Justin Parker
Location: Dunn, NC
Well my story takes place during the summer of '89. My parents and brother were all coming home from going out to eat on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. We were loaded up in the family minivan and basically strolling down the rural road we lived on at the time, about 1/2 a mile from our house. I just glanced to my left out of the big side window and saw a very large, smut black dog. He was just standing on the far side of the ditchbank. What made it so surreal was it seemed as if time was in slow motion as the dog seemed to stare right into my eyes as if he knew I was looking at him. I knew for a fact there was no such dogs of this type around these houses ever. So it just gave me an ominous feeling of something strange (out of the ordinary). When we got home I laid down on the floor right in front of the TV as usual to watch wrestling, about that time the phone rang. My parents made the statements "just got in the door and the phones already ringing, I don't want to talk to anyone, I'm not going to answer it!" For some reason I just blurted out, "answer the phone, someone might have died!" I don't know why I said it. Keep in mind I was only around eight yrs. old at the time. So my mother picked it up, I listened to see if I could tell who it was by what she said, at first she was real quiet and then she says, "oh no, let me tell Ronnie." (my father) Come to find out, my grandfather, who lived in between our house and the house where I had saw the big black hound, had called to say, old man Blow(a man who had been suffering from alzheimers for several years) had been seen walking around in his front yard all morning reading the Bible, and just moments ago had shot himself right between the eyes with his pistol. So my father,brother and I all ran down the path between our house and my grandparents house, across the empty field to where Mr. Blow was found. Right in the spot where I had saw the black dog lay the old man, dead with the gun still in his hand. He had been there when we drove by min
utes before but we never saw him in the ditch. I never saw the big black dog ever again as long as we lived on that road. Later on in my life I heard of, so called: "Hounds of Hell", which were spoke of in ancient folklore. These hounds were to have been seen often when death or evil acts were taking place or soon to follow. I think the big black dog I saw was there to draw my attention away from the old man in the ditch so as not to anyway stop and help. So the demon dog could claim the hellbound soul from the suicide victim that laid just feet from where he stood?