*Note: Suki the Mexican Poodle has surgery this morning! I also found a large lump on her lower back yesterday, which worries me. Prayers are welcome.*
This week, I’m posting various ghost stories that I’ve heard throughout my time living in Mexico. If you missed out on my last post, check it out here:
Ok… here’s one that really creeped me out a few months ago.
My fiance’s brother, Darwin, has always been afraid of the dark. Even at the age of 22, he still insists on sleeping with the light on. He has his own room, while Jorge and his other brother share a second room.
About a year ago, Darwin began sleeping in his brothers’ room. (Jorge and Darwin each in a bed, and the other bro in a hammock.) One day, I asked him what was wrong with his room? Why wasn’t he sleeping there? To which he replied, “I’ve been having these awful dreams… and it’s because of that room. There’s just a heavy atmosphere in there. I can’t stand it.”
Right at that moment, my dog Suki walked over to the door of Darwin’s bedroom, sat down, stared into it, and began to growl.