An evil dog

I prayed that Midnight, my Neighbor’s dog mention my name for the first time, but as I woke up, I saw Dog furs mysteriously on the floor of my room

I didn’t tell my neighbors, I silently put the furs in my dustbin. My hands were shaking as I used a broom to sweep them. The smell was like something that had died a long time ago. I knew this was not normal.

For the first time, I reported to my Parents about what’s happening. I also told my School Fellowship pastor.

I called my mother on the phone, my voice cracking. "Mummy, something is wrong in this house. The neighbor’s dog... It calls my name when I pray. And this morning, I found its hair inside my locked room."

My mom screamed, she didn’t even believe anything like that existed, though she’s a Pastor in our Church too.

"Uma! What are you saying? A dog calling your name? Are you sure you are not studying too hard?" she asked, her voice full of fear.
"Mummy, I am serious! Chioma even got a mark on her leg after sleeping here. I am scared."

"Jehovah! You’ll have to leave that house ooo, yes!!! You cannot stay there for another night!" my mom shouted over the phone.

She started contacting My Fellowship pastor, to provide another house, although my rent hasn’t expired, but my safety first.

Later that day, my Fellowship Pastor, Pastor Jerry, called me. "Sister Uma, your mother told me everything. This is a serious spiritual matter. We are looking for a room maybe in the sisters' lodge for you. Just pack your small bag first."

"Thank you, Pastor," I said, feeling a bit of hope. "I will start packing tonight."

That night, I was very busy folding my clothes into a suitcase. I was so exhausted from the stress and the crying. As I sat on the bed to take a small rest, I didn't pray until midnight. I was so tired that I unconsciously slept off.
Then I heard a very loud voice. I don't even know whether it’s a dream or not. The room felt very cold, like a freezer.

“Uma, do not leave this House till you finish your school," the voice boomed. It wasn't a human voice. It was heavy and dark. "You claim you’re strong right? You claim your God is powerful? We’ll fight this battle together!! If you leave this house, you drop dèad, no god can save you on that!”

In that vision or dream, I looked up and saw the dog, but grew big—talking, obviously, he was the one speaking. His eyes were glowing like red coals, and his teeth were as long as knives. He was standing on two legs like a man, but with the head of that German Shepherd.

“Why are you doing this?” I tried to scream in the dream, but my voice was stuck.
“You have been disturbing our peace with your prayers,” the creature said, leaning closer to my face. “Now, you are our prisoner. Stay, or diẽ.”v

It was then I woke up…

I was sweating heavily. My heart was thumping against my ribs like a drum. I quickly turned on the light.

I saw the Furs again!! They were piled up right in front of my suitcase, as if the dog was telling me I wasn't going anywhere.
I sat on the floor and began to cry. The dog said I shouldn’t leave this house.

Why?

What does he want from me?

Have I never hùrt him before?

Because I was wondering why the dogs are disturbing me in my dreams, instantly I called my mummy and I explained what I saw again in my dream before I knew my mom had called the pastor again and the pastor called me and told me to leave the house but I told the pastor that I can't.

The second day the pastor and my Mom came to my house with a big lorry to pack my load but refused it because I'm scared about what the dog told me, immediately pastor force him and enter my room and started shouting where is the dog and suddenly the pastor hear a louder voice saying this is me and they started fighting and the dog was conquered by the pastor.

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