We have a nightly routine in our home. Our dog, Soffie sleeps with my daughter. You see, we live in a home that was built around 1883 and some of the previous tenants have not left. My daughter is very sensitive to them and is frequently visited by a woman and a young boy in the early hours of the morning. Needless to say, my daughter is afraid of the dark. She won't go to bed unless she has music playing all night, a night light in her room and our dog, Soffie curled up next to her.
The evening of February 2, 2012 my daughter returned downstairs with Soffie after being in bed for only thirty minutes and informed me that the dog didn't want to sleep. She kept whimpering and looking at the bedroom door. I told my daughter to leave Soffie downstairs with me and when I went up to bed I would bring her back into her room.
Around 11:00pm I was tired so I went upstairs with Soffie and put her on my daughter’s bed then went across the narrow hall into my own bedroom and proceeded to get ready to sleep. As soon as I entered my bedroom I felt as if there was a presence with me. I remember thinking that it was either my Grandmother or Erin. I smiled to myself. It was nice to have them around. As I was changing into my night clothes I heard Soffie bark repeatedly from my daughter's room. What the heck was that all about? Soffie was a quiet
The evening of February 2, 2012 my daughter returned downstairs with Soffie after being in bed for only thirty minutes and informed me that the dog didn't want to sleep. She kept whimpering and looking at the bedroom door. I told my daughter to leave Soffie downstairs with me and when I went up to bed I would bring her back into her room.
Around 11:00pm I was tired so I went upstairs with Soffie and put her on my daughter’s bed then went across the narrow hall into my own bedroom and proceeded to get ready to sleep. As soon as I entered my bedroom I felt as if there was a presence with me. I remember thinking that it was either my Grandmother or Erin. I smiled to myself. It was nice to have them around. As I was changing into my night clothes I heard Soffie bark repeatedly from my daughter's room. What the heck was that all about? Soffie was a quiet
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