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One time when I was probably 8 or 9 my neighbors had this outside dog. It went in sometimes, but slept outside. But one night they left a window unlocked, and they had a Sega Genesis, so I climbed through the window to play. The dad woke up so I bolted up the stairs into some kid's room, and went to dive under the bed, but this kid just starts PETTING me. I didn't know what to do I just licked their hand. Spent the whole night in fear until finally getting the courage to sneak back out.

I was driving down a long, straight backroad one evening after a late shift. It was dark but could see a mile ahead with the headlights, it was so clear and nice out. I see in the distance a woman walking on the side of the road in a dress and heeled shoes. Nothing fancy, just like a dress one would wear to work. And she's walking in the opposite direction. The thing is I only really saw her lower half because of the angle of the lights. But I kept an eye out for her so I could give her space and maybe slow down and see if she was ok.

As my vehicle passed her and she left my headlights, I lost sight of her immediately. I came to a complete stop, looked around like a madman, but I could not see her anywhere. I looped around back in my car and drove a mile up and down that road a few times. There were no bushes or ditches for her to have hidden in. It's like the moment she left the light, she vanished, and again I never saw anything but the legs.

So this happened to me one time when I was about 8 or 9 years old. My brother and I shared a room upstairs at my dad’s place. At this house, we had a family dog who was predominantly an outdoor dog who rarely came inside and certainly was never allowed to sleep inside.

One time, at the dead of night, I woke up to hearing footsteps that sounded like my dog quickly running up the stairs. Being tired and young, I just assumed my father had let the dog inside the house. However, I could not see what it was since it was extremely dark in the room. But anyways, I pet it and it licked my hand. I then heard it run to my brother’s bedside and he woke up to pet it too. Soon after, it ran down the stairs and left.

Fast-forward to the morning, my brother and I were eating breakfast with our dad. As we all chatted, I asked dad why he let the dog in over night. He responded by saying: “I didn’t let the dog in the house and noted how the doors were all locked.” (which made sense as my dad religiously locks doors). I told him about what happened: he said it must have been a dream. My brother interjected saying: “I experienced it too.” My dad’s face dropped and he became visibly freaked out.

To this day, I have zero explanation for what occurred that night and what thing I pet. It's easily the creepiest experience I can recall.

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