“When I was little (7 or 8), I woke up one night to a white dog sitting in the doorway of my bedroom. This was weird because we didn’t have a dog or any other indoor pets. While I watched it got up and went down the hall towards the living room. I got up, looked down the dark, empty hall and went the opposite direction to my parents’ room. I woke my mom up and told her there was a dog in the house.

She got up and we looked but didn’t find anything. She thought I was dreaming. At some point, when I was older, I found a picture of the dog my parents had when I was a baby. I learned from my mom that the dog often slept in my doorway, guarding my room. But the dog died before I was two. The dog in the picture was the dog I saw that night.”