Ghost Dog

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Delivering newspapers puts me out on the road at some really early hours, which explains a lot of the strange encounters that I have had over the last several years. This is the story of one of those unexplainable encounters.

fogI had finished my paper route and was headed home before most people are awake, around 4:30 a.m. The air felt odd … like a storm was fixing to break loose. I was looking forward to going home and sleeping through the storm when I had to slow down for thick fog. I was on hwy 16 between Fayetteville and Elkins, just before the bridge. There had not been any fog on my way into town and this was the first fog I had run into on the way home, but it was not a big surprise since it was so close to the river. This fog was so thick that I had to slow down to less than 10 mph and could barely see the road in front of my truck.

white_dogAs I was creeping along, all of a sudden some of the fog took on the form of a large white dog. I am guessing this dog was around the size of a Saint Bernard but was solid white. Even though I was going slow and tried to stop, I felt the thump as the front of my truck hit the dog. Being an animal lover, I started crying and felt really bad. I got into Elkins and turned around to see if I could find the dog.

As I approached the bridge from the Elkins side … the fog was gone. I pulled over in the area where I had hit the dog and looked for several minutes. As I was looking and calling for the dog, an elderly man in an older truck pulled over to see if I needed help. I told him what had happened and that I was trying to find the dog to see if it needed medical treatment. The man walked around the front of my truck and asked if I was sure I hit something. I told him that I was positive because I felt the truck shake. He said that there should have been some sort of damage to the bumper if I had hit an animal the size of a Saint Bernard. The dirt wasn’t even smudged so there was not any sign that I had hit a dog.

old truckI was just sure that there was an injured dog laying just off the road so the elderly man helped me look for several more minutes before he told me to pass off the whole encounter as a “ghost dog” and not to worry any more about it. I still felt really bad and probably cried myself to sleep when I finally got home.

A couple weeks later, I was on my way home from the paper route and once again I ran into extremely thick fog in the same area. As I slowly made my way through the fog, I saw the outline of a large white dog standing on the edge of the road. I stopped and started to get out of my truck when the dog disappeared. It didn’t look like it walked away … just faded into the fog. Over the next year, I saw the ghost dog a few more times and it makes me wonder if the elderly man knew what he was talking about when he called it a “ghost dog”.

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