I have had strange experiences my entire life. I don’t know if they are paranormal, or some kind of Monster/Urban legend; I really don’t know but I’ll leave it up to you to decide.
I was just like any other 8 year old. Running around playing with my friends, being outside was always my favorite after school activity. To describe the lay out I am from a small town in Canada. Like really small, less than three thousand people including a couple of cows. I lived in a very tiny, newly developed subdivision. There was me, a few neighbors, and a field behind the house that seemed to go on forever. Throughout our little town and acres of farms there were abandoned barns. I had seen them all over and they were nothing special to me. They were two stories (the top being where they held feed), all made out of wood that was now rotting and generally they had small bits of a rusty red coloured paint that was mostly chipped away. All of them were abandoned a long time ago. There was one of these barns near my house, in the back field, tucked away in a little grove of trees; it was tucked into a little C shape of trees and had an opening about the size of a car you could get through to it.
I was out in the field playing by myself and running through the tall grass as I often did when I saw the barn. Now I had walked passed this barn hundreds of times with my friends and family…it was different now. It lost all it’s colour. It wasn’t that same brown wooden colour with some red it was black and white. The trees surrounding it, usually vibrant and green, now seemed pale and lifeless. I knew my mom wouldn’t want me playing in the barn as it was falling apart, but this one seemed together. Like it was newly built. (It’s probably good to note this was a time where your children would run around anywhere and parents were just kinda like “hey come inside before dark” and my parents were at work during this time).
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These are my three true encounters with what I believe was the Dogman. I live in a small, coastal town in Canada. I was between 16 and 18 for all of these and they took place between 2o10 and 2014. (I apologize now if it’s not spaced correctly. I will try and sort it best I can.)
Encounter 1: This was within the first week or so of September of 2010 and I, like thousands of others, had gone back for yet another new year of school. “Yay”. I didn’t really enjoy school much anymore since someone easily twice my size took it upon himself to bully me damn near daily. (And the school, as one might expect, did nothing.) But, what choice did I have but to return? I had been sent to a nearby shop to get some sandwich supplies to last the week until my parents went shopping that weekend. I didn’t mind it as the shop is less than 15 minutes away and I’d get a soda out of it.
As I walked, I noticed the streets which were usually filled with children and dogs were dead silent. I shrugged, figuring everyone was trying to adjust to the new school year and had gone inside and walked their dogs already and made it into the store, grabbing what I was sent out for and a soda for myself. The woman working that night chatted me up and though I knew her, my anxiety from starting school again made chatting with anybody the last thing I wanted to do. So, I found an excuse to cut it short and left for home.
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What I spent my days doing when I was a kid, was exploring the territories around the village I lived in. We were located in probably one of the most remote areas of the country, and so the landscape beyond our houses was filled with all kinds of nature. This village was a pretty strong farm community, and sat just below the valley of a mountain, facing south.
I didn’t have many people, or things to spend time with at my house. I was always seen as one of the weirder kids in town because of this, which is why I have never built a stable relationship with people. I wasn’t exactly the type of person you would talk to. So since I didn’t have anything better to do with my life, when I got some time off during the day, I would walk to specific areas in the wildlife, and run around and play pretend.
Since I didn’t have many possessions, there wasn’t much to take with me to my walks except my imagination. Once I’ve found one of my playpens, I would do the basic stuff such as finding the biggest rock around, and imagining that I’m the king of it, and other rocks are foreign rulers who wish to challenge my power, things like that.
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