Ghost Dog

Submitted by Toby Crow

In central Arkansas there is a private residence that once was a community college. There were ceramic classes taught there at which I tagged along with my mother, being because I was eight years old. 

As a child I did not have imaginary friends nor flights of fancy that I can remember. The day was passing by and my mother went towards the back of the building to get lunch. She did not return quick enough so I struck out to find her. I opened the door that entered a long hallway which was very dim only lit by windows toward either end. Multiple doors on each side of the hall way. My curiosity got the best of me and I had to see what was behind one of those. I grabbed the handle and opened the big door. Behind the door almost taller that I was, sat an Old English Sheepdog. It was brighter than the surroundings by far. It was shades of green light and dark. It did not bark nor move. It as I recall had depth so I'd say it was three dimensional. This sight totally shocked me. I was off in a flash and practically in my moms pocket for the rest of the day. The owner said she had no pets. Well...I never opened any more of those doors nor saw the sheep dog again.