This happened in the early 90s, when i was around about 12 years old, my family had recently moved to the island to take up residence in a beautiful old croft house.
From time to time we had the odd happening: footsteps heard on the stair when there was no-one there, items disappearing, only to reappear out in the open right in the middle of the kitchen table, but there was one event that has stuck with me my whole life.
It happened on a sunny day, while sitting in the kitchen with my mother and my dog. We were just chatting away when suddenly the dog got up and started growling like I'd never seen before, he got up from where he had been sleeping and darted to the door to the living room, snout pushed the to gap below it, and would not come away no matter what we did. We were very confused, but opened the door for him and again he darted off, through the living room to the door leading to the hall as the growling intensified. I was really creeped out by this point, but again I opened the door, he darted past me yet again and ran straight into the understairs cupboard, the darkest part of our house. He stood nose to the darkness growling like this, ridged and snarling. He never snarled, never! But after a short while, he just relaxed, turned around and wandered back down to the kitchen.
Myself and my mother we're a bit shaken by this strange behavior, it really felt like he was chasing down something that we could not see. What was it? I'll never know, but I still remember that day very vividly.
Submitted
Location: Isle of Lewis
Type: Haunting Manifestation
Date / Time: Circa 1992