I have moved into a new house 5 or 6 years ago. I hate being alone at the house. When we moved in the faliy that lived there said that thier dog had deid in my parent's bathroom. The oldest child told me that she and her siblings had heard him walkingfrom the bathroom to the end of the hallway the lead to my parent's room. I didn't belive her then, but that was then, and this is to real to not belive. It started when my mom was going to drop off my brother and sister at their friend's house. I was on the computer when I heard a sound. IT sounded like dog nails. I called for Casey and found at my feet. I heard it again and the noise this was very scary it was a dog growling. I looked at Casey she was asleep. I ran into the bathroom with Casey. Th at is why I hate being alone,and each time the noise goes farther and its louder.