Hillbilly horror stories presents Erie encounters. Encounters.

A few years back I lived with my mother and my German Shepherd in a two bedroom rented town

home. I got home from work one day and I went about my daily

routine. When it came time to eat dinner I went and knocked on my mom's door and told

her to come and eat. I smoked cigarette smoke and I heard her grunt a response.

So I went back down and ate alone. I figured I would just put a plate away for her.

Fast forward to about 2 a.m. I'm awoken by someone holding my hand and gently shaking

it. I immediately shoot straight up and look around. My dog, who is overly protective and sleeps with me every

single night isn't in my bed. She isn't even in the room. She most definitely

was on my bed when I went to sleep. I sleep with the bedroom door shut and locked.

She's scratching at my closed and locked bedroom door from the outside in the

she is frantic

i vote for the door

letter in and she searching the whole room

i'm now yelling for my mother no answer. I forced my dog to walk down the hallway with me.

I still smell cigarette smoke. I bang on my mom's door. No answer.

So I just open it. She isn't even home. The bed is made and her

TV is off. And my dog and I search the whole entire house. Nothing is out of place. All the doors and the windows are still locked.

I was freaked out to say the least. The next day I called my mom and she told me that she had left

early the day before to go visit my sick grandfather.

The story was sent anonymously. I used to have a pension for wandering around abandoned buildings when I was in high school.

One time a friend and I decided that it would be a good idea to explore a farmstead that hadn't been in use for some years.

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