Devil's Dandy Dog: in the folklore of western Britain, especially around the area of Dartmoor, many stories are told of the Devil's Dandy Dogs~ a pack of fire-breathing, fire-eyed hounds led by the Devil himself over the moorland on stormy nights. Anyone unlucky enough to get in their way will be torn to pieces, though prayers can turn them aside. They are similar to the Whist Hounds, who hunt on wild nights and are considered to be a sign of imminent death to anyone who sees them. They are said to be the souls of unbaptized children, though others say that they steal such souls.

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One Shot from: Ghost

A/n I would like to take this time to apologize for my southern terminology. You may find many words or phrases that you may not understand. I will try my best to keep it simple, but if you need a translation please feel free to comment and I will try to help.

On many occasions I have seen and experience things that I can not explain. I have always had this gift, if you can call it that. This is a story about one of those times.

In the area I live in has a summer full of many things to do. It starts in the spring with 'the relay for life' a fundraiser for cancer. The summer ends with 'camp meeting' a Christian youth camp.

The story I am a tell you is ture. How do I know you may ask? Well I was there. I witnessed the whole thing. Hell, I was a part of it. It was during the time my daughter went to camp meeting. She was about eleven at the time.

The camp takes in children from the ages from eight to sixteen. The camp offers many different types of activities. From arts and crafts, rolling skating, bowling, and a trip to the lake. To most these thing may not sound to impressive, but to these kids it means the world. They would not have the opportunity to do them otherwise.

Among the best of these things is some of the best southern cooking in the state. The children are also exposed to Christian teachings. The morring are for classes and their afternoons are devoted to fun.

The camp it's self is on about on four acres of land. There are several buildings including a large open air tabernacle, kitchen with dinning hall, art building, class rooms, and girls and boys dorms.

The camp also has a beautiful old church. Also a cemetery with graves dating back over two hundred years ago. The camp it's self was established in 1884. This fact doesn't seem to both the kids in the lease. The camp welcomes almost two hundred kids each summer.

The years I was on staff I worked as the art teacher aid. The days start for the staff at 5am and don't end until long after midnight. The last event of the day a large revival service that is heald in the old tabernacle. Not only do the children go but it is open to the public.

My husband's grandmother has told me storys of when she was a child. Her best memories of camp meeting time is riding in her father's wagon, and eating lunch on blankets spread out on the ground. She can show me the tree where she spent her childhood. It stills stands on the property.

Needless to say the the camp ground is a old sprit by its self, but when you add the holy Spirit. It becomes something much more.

The night services I will remenbered most started with one of the worst thunderstorms. The lighting flash look like it was hitting the ground just on the other side of the road that surrounded the camp. The wind blew the tremendous rain under the edge of the tabernacle. The storm lasted for the entire service.

There was a real feeling of magic in the night air. It was well after 10:30pm when the service was over. All the kids enjoyed their time at the snack shack. A small building that serves cokes and candy. It's takes us some time but we finally get all the kids in bed.

This is the time when the staff enjoys a short time without the kids. We can rade the kitchen, talk over the day, and prepare for the next day.

There is a staff house up on the hill overlooking the camp ground. It has a large front porch. Me and four other women were sitting on the porch talking. We were making plans for the next day. It would be the day we would take the kids to the lake.

The one subject all of us could not get away from of that nights services. Each one of us seem to have some story about the strange things the kids said that night.

I have always believed that children are more intuitive when it comes to the sprint world. That night, alot of the children spoke of seeing angels standing around the tabernacle. Some even said they saw fire in the rain.

We keep talking over these events, until the sound of dogs barking in the forest interrupts us. We all stood up and looked into the dark forest.

The sound of many dogs tearing through the trees was so loud. No one standing on that porch could deny that they did not hear it. It sounded like the dogs were getting closer.

One of the older women step off the porch and heald out her hands to the thunderous sound of the dogs in the woods. She began to pray in a loud voice. She called us all to join her. We stood there side by side. We had to shout the prayers to get over the sounds of the dogs barking.

I stood shoulder to shoulder with those women, and could not stop the cold chills that ran over my whole body. I still get those same chills just thinking about that night. I watched the forest, not knowing what was to happen next.

That's when I saw it....

Fire red eyes coming out of the woods just on the other side of the road. Hell hounds stood near the road. They stopped just as they came up to the road that runs the entire way around the camp.

Then they just dissappeared....

The sound of their barking stopped..

We women stood there looking into the darkness. All of us were breathing like we had just ran a marathon. The prayers stopped them.

I have no doubt that of we had not been there. Those dogs would have over run the camp. Their intent was clear.

This was not the first time I have seen these dogs. I know they were hell hounds.