And then it looked at me. The entity slowly turned its big black, wolf-like head to the left in order to face me. Its pitch-black eyes, or lack of, penetrated right into my own. Over the past year I have only ever discussed my experience with one other person, who has also had her own experience with the beast. And throughout this year I have subconsciously attempted to slip the image of the creature into the back of my mind, but no matter how hard I try to bury it, it always resurfaces.
Of its anatomy the only thing that constantly lingers with me are those merciless eyes. The only way to truly describe them would be like severing a wolf's head, carving out the eyes and other contents of the skull, only to fill it with masses of black velvet - to ensnare all light.
After becoming the victim of it's cold, frightening death-stare I had to look away. Out of pure trepidation I shut my eyes and turned my head away to the left. After about 30 seconds of squeezing my eyelids to near hurting point, my curiosity took hold of me and I looked back to the black dog. It was gone. It had completely vanished. From that time on I had researched into the dog countless times trying to find information on it. And as I feared, my experience matched those of others, except for one important detail - the eyes.
Most stories portray this Hellhound as having fiery red eyes ablaze with malice, the black dog I saw had two cold pitch-black eyes full of hopelessness and despair. However the most important similarity in my case with other encounters is the tragic events that follow the creature's presence. In my case it was unfortunately two.
The first was on the night before the English exam that I had worked tremendously hard studying for, I found out that my girlfriend had cheated on me a few days after the encounter. We split up, but my heart was in pieces and I couldn't focus on the exam. I later received a D in the result.
Then less than a fortnight later on the 24th of July 2009, my close and beloved uncle died in hospital. His death was strange, as for a year he had been in and out of hospital, with what the doctors had diagnosed as an amalgamation of natural born diseases, including a naturally bad immune system and bad bones with a lung disease that was thought to be caused by his smoking. However on the lead up to his death, the doctor had told us that he was well on the mend. My uncle had even told us he felt tremendously better and that he should be out of hospital soon enough if things kept going as well as they were.
He went from feeling great to knocking on the Grim Reaper's door. When he passed away the doctor ended up telling us that his lung disease was not in fact caused by his over 20 years of smoking and they couldn't really pinpoint how it got so bad so suddenly, it was put down to his bad immune system. But for me I will always know the truth about what caused his death, and I regret not telling my family or even my best friend about what I had seen. At the time I just didn't want them to think that I'd went insane, nor did I want to push anymore problems onto the plate of my already distressed mother. If there is anyone reading this that has came into contact with the creature, a word of advice: TELL YOUR FAMILY! Let them know exactly what you saw, because for all you know, they could be the ones to suffer.
Belfast Black Dog
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