from: Dr. Donald Ryles firstname.lastname@example.org
date: Thu, Apr 17, 2008 at 1:25 AM
subject: Paranormal Book Press Release...Story Submission
The Phantom Dog and Horse
Donald Ryles PhD, CH
The following is one the milder and true stories from my childhood
that is not in my book. To see about my most unusual book of spirits,
ghosts, haunting and 9-11 encoded 4 years before see my website at :
Growing up in the South U.S. 30+ years ago I, like most all
kids of that time and place, had a swing in the yard. The one I had
was not a metal swing set, but was a true old rope swing hung from a
I spent a lot of time playing on that old swing and in the
field behind our house which had once been a horse pasture many
years before we had moved there.
When I was about 11 years old I had just discovered my love for
music and since it was Summer and I didn't have to get up for school
I was allowed to stay out until well after dark, as long as I stayed
close to the house. Many nights I would be on that swing until well
into the night listening to my small transistor radio, as long as I
kept it low. It was just me, the music, and a soft light from a
One night about 10 PM I suddenly had the strange feeling
that something was behind me looking at me. Staring at me. I stopped
swinging and looked back to see a beautiful large white dog with big
dark eyes. He just stood motionless, no barking, no growling, no tail
wagging, just strangely motionless. Not having a dog at that time
but always having a love for dogs I wanted to pet him. I turned
around for only a second to get up and when I looked back he had
vanished . I didn't hear him leave, but I thought he must have ran
away. I didn't think much about it and went back to swinging.
The very next night, at about 10 PM, he appeared again. This
time though it sounded like he had ran up behind me quickly. I looked
back and once again saw him just as before motionless looking at me
with his big dark eyes. This time for some reason I had a slightly
different feeling than before. I still wanted to pet him but for some
reason at the same time felt slightly uncomfortable. Like for some
unknown reason something wasn't quite right. I slowly got up to walk
to him and he ran behind my fathers car and into the field behind our
house. I was only a few feet away from him but when I got behind the
car once again it was as if he just vanished.
The third and last time he appeared was about a day or 2 later.
He appeared just as before , but this time with a chilling difference.
Once again it sounded like he had ran up behind me and once again I
turned to see him looking at me . This time though I could see smoke
coming out of his mouth and nose. The kind you see when it is a very
cold Winters day and you breath outside. It was Summer though and by
far too hot for that. His big dark eyes locked with mine as he
stared directly at me and raggedly breathed the smoke for 10-15
seconds, like he had been running hard.Suddenly he turned and ran
into the field. I did not try to follow him this night into the
darkness . It was as if something told me not to. I quickly got up
and went into the house for the night.
I never saw him again after that night and never saw him in the
neighborhood, which I knew quite well. Especially which neighbors had
dogs. I was a little scared and puzzled, but being a kid quickly
forgot about it.
I didn't think of it again until what happened with my father a
few years later.
It was a Summer evening just before Sunset when my father looked
out his bedroom window and came running through the house yelling to
me to come and help him. I asked what was wrong and he said there was
a horse in the field behind our house and he needed me to help him
catch it or make it leave before it destroyed his garden. We both
ran outside and into the field to see nothing wrong. No horse and
everything was normal. I asked him exactly what he had seen and he
said he had seen a huge white horse running through the field as fast
as he could, like he was scared. He said the horse had ran through
his garden 2-3 times and he was sure it had been completely trampled
We looked at the small garden, which was in the corner of the
field ,beside the old pasture fence . Tomatoes, cucumbers, Bell
peppers, etc. about a 15 by 15 foot area. Nothing was out of place. I
asked him once again if he was sure the horse had ran through the
garden and he assured me that he had. He had " Ran through it 2 or 3
times in a panic" he repeated to me again . We both looked even
closer around the pasture and at the dirt in the garden, which was
still soft from being watered only a few hours before, and couldn't
even see a single hoof print or any sign that anything had been in
the pasture at all.
As we stood there, both puzzled, I remembered about the big
white dog I had seen a few years before that had ran into the same
field and I told my father the story of what I had seen and felt
myself a few Summers before.
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