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Eerie Encounters

My grandma was always a rationally afraid of dogs.

She liked them, but they made her nervous because they were too messy and loud and unpredictable.

She would always tell us not to leave the door open on nice days.

Close that door.

A big black dog might walk in.

She had this fear that one day she'd turn around and there'd be a big black lab door

slavering on her floors.

We always laughed at her because this was an oddly specific fear, and we knew everyone

who lived in the neighborhood and her dogs, the biggest blackest dog within a mile of

her house was a yorky, so her fear was kind of unfounded.

Anyway, years later, my grandma passed away.

My dad and I had the sad task of clearing out the house.

Things were a bit stuffy, so we left the door open to the yard and got to work.

After while we both hear a strange noise and look up, it sounded like panting.

We turned around and I kid you not.

There was a big black lab door sitting in the middle of the kitchen.

Just gazing up at us happily, drooling on grandma's linoleum, just like she always said

what happened.

We totally lost it.

Uncontrollable laughter, crying just a little.

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