I was 10 when my mother moved in with her sister. We were luckily to have such kind family members to take us in after moving to the us trying to settle in.

My aunt had a dog and ironically yes I was afraid. His name was Max and if I remember correctly he was a sweet retriever mix but im not sure of the mix. I remember coming home and my aunt was in the backyard.

We had a glass sliding door to our deck and max was sitting staring at me. It wasn't until few seconds i noticed his gave felt like it wasn't aimed at me but who knows:

I open the door and it was like a flip had switch and he came charging at me. I loved max but I had my fair shares of being dragged by a dog so of course my instinct was to run.

Oh boy I ran and I ran directly into the bathroom. Listen im not sure if it was out of fear but fear of being chased felt like nothing when I was trying to push the door against max thinking he was trying to attack me.

Max kept pushing but a chill ran through my back when I felt pressure on the higher side of the door. As if another person was trying to push it open.

As a child I lived with abusive people so I know the experience of trying to shut the door for protection. Luckily for me I had strength as I was pushing letting curiosity take control.

When I leaned to see where max such strength I saw a dark shadow. In that small peak max wasn't barking at me but at the door. Out of any normal behavior i screamed.

Screamed bloody hell confused on what I saw.

I told my aunt someone was pushing the door and it wasn't max. She told me I was a child but after that day it felt like free for all.