I didn’t know shadow dogs existed until I saw them when I was a little girl. I was the only child of older parents and because my dad is an atheist, I was told that ghosts and other paranormal beings were not real. My mom was right behind my dad on his beliefs and we never talked about religion or anything in the house. I was very well cared for and my parents are good people. I grew up relatively normal in a beautiful suburb.
But I was also tormented by visions that I couldn’t understand. Every night, right before I doze off to bed, I would find myself waking up and seeing black, dog-like shadows in my room. I remember their reddish amber eyes and the foam in their mouths. Their bodies were almost transparent, like you could see right through them. They looked like ghost dogs, to be honest. They would growl, snarl, snap their jaws and try to bite me.
I would be paralyzed with fear that I couldn’t breathe. Every apparition comes with a weird smell, like damp earth. I would wake up to a low, slow, guttural, unearthly growl and I would see seven or eight shadow dogs at the foot of my bed, pacing back and forth. I would scream and my mom or my dad would come several nights in what felt like months. My mom started sleeping with me in my room because I would cry hysterically if she leaves.
The haunting went on for almost two years but it became less and less frequent when I convinced myself that they weren’t real. The shadow dogs aren’t completely gone. Some nights, just as I was about to drift off to sleep, when my defenses are down, I would feel them trying to attack. But I just dismiss the thought and go to sleep.