The following report was sent into our website by Rebecca on March 16, 2014:
“When I was 13, I had this dog named Cody and he was the sweetest dog ever. He always would greet me when I came home from school, until one day. My older brother was at his friend’s house so I was home alone, and as soon as I got home I waited for Cody to greet me but he didn’t. So at this point in time I was suspicious. I looked and looked and looked for him but couldn’t find him anywhere. Just then I saw him run down the stairs with his tail between his legs and he appeared to be limping. But I couldn’t get a clear look because he ran so fast. Upstairs I saw a misty figure, it winked and smiled then vanished. I freaked.
I went to see Cody and I found that his paw was bleeding, so I called my mom and explained what happened. My mom didn’t believe me about the misty figure, but she came home from work and we brought Cody to the vet, and the vet said that the wound looked as if he had been stabbed.
So when I got home that night I refused to sleep up stairs. When I was setting my bed up on the couch I felt something sharp and it cut me. So I pulled it from underneath the blanket and it was a knife with blood and fur on it.
And I cried and cried, it scared me so much. Since that day I have never seen the misty figure but I am now 24 years old and it has scarred me for life. I love dogs, but I’m afraid to buy one because of that.”