Everyone Loves Max                      Back to Ghost Stories

By Sydnie B.

My name is Sydnie.  I'm twelve years old.
My little cousin, Taylor, had a black lab named
Max.  Everyone in the family loved Max so much.  
He was alive for a long time...about eighteen
years, I think.  Taylor is now ten years old.  She
still cries sometimes, because she misses Max.
When Taylor was four (I was five, almost six at the
time), I was at her house with my other little
cousin Cayle (who has just recently lost her
coyote-mix dog, Tanga).  Cayle was three at this
time, but we were having fun playing.  Max
seemed fine.  He was lying down, happily as usual.  He looked especially happy
that day.  A little while (after a few months I think), poor old Max died.  It
devastated the whole family.
On the day of January 1, 2006 (only a few hours before 2007),
Taylor (now nine), Cayle (now nine) and I (now twelve) were
walking around my house watching the fire works (my whole
family came over for a New Years Party that we were having).
Taylor brought up how she missed Max and how he would get
freaked out by the loud boom of the fire works.  And then Taylor
asked us what we thought of this story: One night when Taylor
was sleeping, she thought she heard the sound of panting and
dog claws scratching around on the tiled kitchen floor.  Thinking
her parents bought a new puppy, she hopped out of bed and
saw the outline of what she thinks was Max.  She said he was
standing there for a minute, wagging his tail.  Then he came
over to her and rubbed his head on her arm and disappeared.
And then she started telling another story.  Taylor said she woke up for no reason.  
She sleeps with her door cracked open about a centimeter, and it started to open
again.  Again Taylor saw an outline of what looked like Max wagging his tail and
panting.  He barked and disappeared.  

I think what Taylor says is true. But what do you think?
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