My dog was lost for three days, What came back wasn't my dog | Scary Nosleep Stories | Creepypasta

As a kid I was raised in a small fishing community on the eastern side of Canada surrounded by the Gulf of st Lawrence in the boreal forest The entirety of the land was close to 4,000 square feet with an even smaller number of residents sprawled out over Main Street and some farming houses which had been converted into Residential homes when agriculture stopped being profitable in total Our community is surrounded by a vast expanse of ocean and a seemingly endless barrage of trees I spent most of my life hunting in those woods so you can imagine my joy who my parents got me a hunting dog and While they are more fit to be herding and tracking sheep over grassy plains rather than rabbits and deer through the dense forest It didn't stop me from taking him on every excursion. I possibly could Sandy had been by my side for enough hunting trips that he'd grown accustomed to waking up just before daybreak and on a few occasions Helped track down small game of squirrels and rabbits through the considerably large area of force Sandy wasn't my property and He wasn't treated like he belonged to me Sandy was a member of the family my best companion my truest friend. I Think fondly back on all the times that he'd sit in the front seat of my truck without being told I'm ready to go for a walk and whenever part of the forest I took him to I Can honestly say that there will never be another dog that will fill the void sandy left in my life I find that dog lovers relate to that sentiment more than others It was October 30th the first day of hunting season And I've been talking with my family about taking sandy and my hunting gear and some essentials to one of the cabins My grandfather owned in his heyday off an unmarked road a few hundred miles into the wilderness This was met with a lot of protesting but Nothing could stop me from getting in some time looking for wild game in an area that wasn't already picked clean by illegal hunters earlier in the month.

. . {Door Opening and closing.

Followed with some birds chirping} Spent most of my life in the wilderness. There were only a handful of times that things had gotten really weird for me But usually everything can be explained with scientific reason. That's why I brushed off Sandy's weirdness on the first few nights Chalking it up to being nervousness of a dog if it's capable of hearing far-off noises of various coyotes and wolves bears and moose This was untouched territory.

Of course there had been plenty of time for wildlife to set up camp here, too The first night was fairly normal I had set up Sandy's bed in the corner of the living room next to the TV that looked like it came out of the Early 90s, I figured I'd give Sandy the option to have someplace to lay down for a while Despite the fact that he slept curled up with me nine times out of ten Close to about 10:00 p. m. At night.

Sandy look straight at the wooden door unwind I Figured he needed to piss and open the door to let him out not worried about having my best friend stray too far from me Instead. He just sat inside the door looking out the force edge beyond the path and I too stood and looked for a few minutes Before deciding that he had just heard an errant critter close to the cabin {Door Closing} The rest of the night was fairly normal and Sandy slept with me The second night. I chalked the weirdness up to Sandy's stress Earlier in the day.

We'd been walking a few miles through the woods beyond the house And I thought I heard the noise of twigs cracking under something heavy. I hoped it wasn't a moose because my shotgun would have stood a chance. But something changed in Sandy that I didn't pay close attention to at the time.

He hunched himself on his hind legs. His front pressed close to the ground his mouth pulled up over his teeth and he growled toward nothingness I figured we'd try hunting again later if whatever it was at left and should he be feeling up to it? But once we were inside he didn't want to move.

Even when I tried to get him to get can do his business He just sat at the door and cried wailing at me to let me know that he didn't want to go out there I didn't pressure him if he pissed on the floor and so be it. Sandy never acted up before. And I could excuse an accident or two It must have been a bear and I thought before locking the door and calling you tonight At the Third night is where things went to hell and I still don't fully understand what happened Sandy didn't eat all day.

I managed to shoot a rabbit early in the morning when sandy decided that he didn't want to go outside and he longer than he-- Had to and retired inside for the day. I cooked it up through a little gravy on it and gave it to my dog. I didn't do this all the time, but I figured now was a special occasion Maybe a treat would put him in a better mood for another walk the next day Sandy didn't touch him.

He didn't so much as sniff at it instead He sat at my side on the couch watching the doorway intently I talked him under one of my arms and he laid his head on my lap I still locked on that door close to three hours of watching grainy VHS tapes on an outdated television set Sandy started crying and hugging himself close to my body This is where my judgment and took me down the wrong path for the first time many. It must sound silly being my dog's protect her rather than the dog being mine, but this was my family. I Figured if there was something out there that was scaring sandy so bad then it was my job to do something about it.

I got my gun opened the door and stood in the doorway and waited. . .

I Must've have waited at least half an hour Staring into nothing. There was barely a sound say for the faint buzz of insects and leaves rustling in the cold Autumn wind. Most aren't elegant creatures and if it were a moose I would have heard it coming Around the 40-minute mark.

Sandy took off like a shot into the darkness of the trees beyond the path barking wildly I started to get worried despite my knowledge that my dog isn't entirely helpless in the wilderness There are still bigger animals that I would have liked to take a bite out of him if there wasn't a lot of food I heard Sandy's bark fade away in the distance. . .

I Waited hours from standing in the doorway with my shotgun cocked ready to put down whatever it was that was waiting in the woods. I waited for hours for Sandy to come back to the house. I waited until Sun was cracking through the trees and then I waited until that night Sitting on my porch stop feigning off sleep deprivation to see my dog.

Come back. Sandy did come back But not for another three days. Fog had rolled in at that point and it was getting darker the night painting the sky navy blue.

Tracking over the last few days proved futile and I started to get worried that I'd need to leave and find more provisions to last me the next few nights I couldn't leave sandy out there lost in the woods. Cold probably Hungry. .

. The thought that he might be waiting out there for me to find him and bring him back home was distressing enough. I Was packing things I'd need for the next day's trip I figured tomorrow would be the last day before I'd go into town and see if my father would help me find sandy He was a retired graying man, but I was sure if I brought up Sandy's name He'd be more than willing to help me search for him Thankfully sandy came back before I'd even finished that train of thought I Saw him from the window on the path that led down to the main road a few dozen feet away from the house Normally, I'd hear him scamper to the doorway and paw at the door a few times eager to come in, but this was different I could see the reflection of his eyes as gray pearls in the milky fog that swamped the house For a moment.

. . I thought it might be another animal but the outline of his body and the wisps of thick low-lying clouds Was unmistakable still despite myself.

I hesitated there was something different about his body language I stared out the window for a few moments before a reason overcame my gut instinct Sandy could be hurt I thought or worse I flung the doorway open, but he didn't come right away instead He stood there watching me intently and when he didn't move I whistled to him. Here's sandy. I coaxed him toward the house Come on, Here boy The way he moved was.

. . Different It was as though his hips had been Dislocated and the angle of his paws changed direction with every step as though he'd forgotten how to walk properly His body was bowed to the ground but his teeth weren't there.

He didn't seem aggressive The only way I could describe the look he gave me was. . .

Sheepish like he'd just gotten into something. He wasn't supposed to and I'd yelled at him for it I thought he might hurt himself hopping up onto the elevated stuff and if he dislocated his hips, but he did just fine His back half swung a little. Oddly enough his paws almost folded underneath himself, but he didn't go sprawling He sat on the step and didn't take his look off me It wasn't until I had moved from the doorway completely and opened the door wide and waited for him to walk in that he moved Straight to his bed.

He didn't stop at my hand and sniff at me He didn't wait for pets and jump up on me Like he used to it was just straight to his bed where he sat and watched me for quite some time afterwards. I Returned to the movie at hand, and I called him a few times, but he didn't respond His ears didn't so much as raised to the sound of my voice the pad of my hand on the worn-out couch beside me I had missed my buddy, but I wasn't about to move him physically toward me In a few hours later. I went to bed the more I think back on it I don't recall him blinking once he just sat there like a statue And when I turned off the light I could still see the reflection of jade-green Following me as I went into my room and shut the door I could have sworn that I heard him walk in the night The sound of nails clinking against the wooden floor coming up to the door in my room But they were slow and deliberate.

They weren't like the quickness of Sandy realizing I'd gone to bed and coming to curl up I heard the noises stopped outside of my bedroom, but I didn't hear his wine. I thought nothing of it and fell into a deep sleep. I figured it must have been a dream.

Sandy was still sitting in the upright position I'd left him in when I went to bed It was as though he didn't move a muscle the entire night. And when I said good morning, he didn't so much as wag his tail. He did follow me into the kitchen But he paused at the doorway when I put his bowl down on the floor and filled it with the supermarket dog food Once again his back half moved weirdly as he slowly made his way toward me There was a nagging feeling that something was off-putting about the way he looked that day It was like he'd gotten a little longer overnight like when he was walking to the door the night before He didn't come into the kitchen.

I figured he must have been hungry being out in the wild for so long but he eyed me like he was waiting for me to come a little closer rather than touch the food it goes without saying but A few moments of the staring contest between me and my unblinking dog. I called off that foolishness and called out his name loudly Sandy! , It's not even a flinch.

I didn't want to move closer to my dog in order to leave the kitchen But this was my Sandy and the most damage he'd ever done was eat flies. Sure enough as I passed him He turned and his body swayed unnaturally, but he didn't move toward me when I left that day. I couldn't find anything The deer tracks in the mud were made a few days prior and went cold often naturally made trails through the woods.

I Couldn't hear bugs or birds and even the howl of a nearby coyote. The only sounds from miles away from the campsite were my own breathing and the sound of crunching leaves underneath my feet When the Sun started to set I started making my way back. but.

. . I Should have just packed my shit and left just behind a cluster of trees with the house just visible enough beyond their eyes I figured I found out the reason why the animals had banned in this place generally when there are mass animal deaths it usually means that something is wrong in the area of the slaughter and Wildlife are usually smart enough to get the hell out of Dodge even cats are bred instinctively to not like drinking water that is close to where their food is because if you saw a dam or close to the stream You'd realize the stream was tainted and find another water source Hundreds of squirrels were disemboweled and strewn across the grass in an almost perfect circle Most of them were skinned when I turned to heave up the contents of my stomach I saw there were dozens that were inside out.

I Couldn't help but vomited it repeatedly as I tried my best to walk through the circle of tiny organs and mashed up bodies Not just over the site, but because the smell was ungodly. I don't know how long they'd been out there But if I'd stumbled across the sooner I'd have left with Sandy and tow immediately after. Gradually the body stopped and delved off into a random dead squirrel here or there.

The biggest thing I managed to find just a few feet off the unholy feeding ground was a deer it looked as though as- something had decided to skin it alive from hide to neck and drape some of the skin over a branch like someone was tanning the hide. I don't know how long had been there, but it's like it had been dead for quite some time Despite the fact that there wasn't a single fucking fly. The head had been cut off clean just above the shoulders and then I realized the organs had been removed.

I moved from a walking pace through the forest to a jog. Thankfully the cabin wasn't too far off I heaved one final time wiped my mouth off from the back of my sleeve and looked up to the house to see Sandy Watching me from the window. I Tried to reason with myself and tell myself that Sandy's odd behavior could have been trauma I know it's stupid to think of it now but at the time it was the only reasonable explanation I had to keep myself from going insane.

Sandy had realized there was something up at this place and the second he noticed in I should have paid attention to the warning and Taken off back into town. Once the door was shut behind me. I started packing the food and essentials back into the boxes moving quickly to try to get my fingers into the truck before night came.

It'd be dangerous to try and maneuver my way through the trails at night as the hills of Kelley's mountain were steep and In pitch darkness with my only companion being my headlights It would have been easy to slide off of the ravine and never be heard from again. I didn't want to stay one more night, but I had no choice I just gotten back to the house just moments before the Sun finally receded past the horizon And we were bathed in a navy blue sky. Once again.

I didn't pay attention to Sandy He just sat in his bed and watched me back. I figured no harm. No foul I'd throw his stuff in the truck in the morning, and we'd be back in town before night the next day Glancing at him for just a moment It was a passing thought that he was looking a little longer today and when I went to bed it Was hard getting to sleep for the next few hours.

. . {Whistling} It must have been close to four five in the morning when I heard it is the sound of whistling.

The same whistle. I used to call my dog. I broke out into a cold sweat when I realized that whoever slaughtered those squirrels hung up that skin left wait didn't need.

Could have very well broken into my house. The door to my room didn't make a sound as I opened it slowly Thankfully I waited for a moment listening to someone call my dog for a few more seconds Before I dared poke my head out the door frame to get a good look at whoever it was that could have heard Sandy The outside door was open. All I saw was the back half of sandy - Too long and lanky Almost coiled around the back of the door his front half was outside Whatever it was that was impersonating my dog.

It was whistling slowly Calling for sandy when I could have sworn that it hunched down to the ground again and said. S̨̠̰̤͉̳̝͙̝̤̬͇̣̄̑ͨ̀̄̀́͡͡A̽̏̉̀ͮͬ҉̸͉̫̪͙̟̹̖͎́͘͟N̷͈̫̺͕̠̣͈̻͎̺̝̻̟̬̗͙̥̊̓̍ͪ̏̉͊͐͛͌͒̋̀͢͞D̢̺̩̬̹̞̤̻͚̖͍̠̮̜͛͐̀̇͌ͨ̋̀͟͠ͅY͕̼̮͉̮̣̯̮̣̒̓ͥ̓ͭ̔͋͑̒ͯ͗̚͜ In the most ungodly voice I'd ever fucking heard. I Closed the door just as softly as I'd opened it I don't know how long I waited with my back pressed up against the door.

I knew I left my gun in my bag on the coat rack I know I didn't sleep I Waited until I saw the Sun break over the horizon and then waited some more until it must have been midday. And I finally got the balls to open the door again make a break for it. I wouldn't die in that place Sandy was gone and the door was open his food was untouched but the fridge was open and all the meat was gone.

I Didn't bother packing his stuff. I just threw my bag over my shoulder made my way to the floor just fast as I could and turned on the ignition I couldn't describe the feeling that overcame me as I realized that I'd have to leave Sandy in this place The thought that he could be dead was never a thought in my mind I didn't think I could cope with the knowledge that whatever I allowed in my house whatever disemboweled those animals Could have done the same to him I made my way down the winding paths in the roads as fast as I possibly could without veering off the cliffs I felt like I was turning in circles down this labyrinth that would take me back to that house But when I reached the pavement on the stretch of road that led back to town, I felt relief wash over me Thinking I was safe. Just as I was pulling off into the cement {Glass Breaking} Felt something hard hit the back windshield sending broken glass into the passenger seat I only got a glimpse of the deers decapitated head catching on the broken glass and tumbling into the backseat I cried for most of the way home.

Hands clenching the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were white. Wish I could leave this with a positive note. I wish I could tell you that I found Sandy at home waiting for me I wish I could tell you that it was the end of it a traumatizing experience in the woods that all get over with time.

Last night I found it hard to sleep. I kept replaying the entirety of my trip to Kelly's mountain in my head. I figured I wouldn't be sleeping for a while and laid there.

Listening to the wind through my open window. I could have sworn that I heard the whistle I used to call my dog with, Coming from the force edge. If you go on trips with your dog, I advise you don't let them out of your sight for too long.

What comes back? Might not be your dog. .

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