My boyfriend I were both doing jobs we hated, when we were offered the opportunity to manage a pub. We both had had previous experience and it seemed the perfect opportunity to make a fresh start. The pub was a large building situated in Shropshire; it had started life in the 1930’s as a church, then a social club and finally, a pub.
A doorway behind the bar opened up into a narrow corridor: turn to the right and it led to the cellar stairs, turn left and you accessed the upstairs flat where we would live for the next year. At the top of the cellar stairs, was a bank of switches that controlled the lights for the whole ground floor. At close, we would take it in turns to switch all the lights off and lock up.
Both of us had remarked that we felt uncomfortable walking down the dark corridor to the flat, but assumed it was because the place was unfamiliar. I started to have the feeling that I was being followed as I walked to the flat, and had started jogging to the door instead. Unbeknownst to me, my boyfriend was doing the same. This continued for several weeks, the sensation of being chased increasing until we were running down the corridor.
Eventually, I asked my boyfriend to stand at the flat door and wait for me; however, the feeling of menace still persisted. We discussed it one night, because I was adamant that it was not human, but it was something about waist height, angry and very strong. We were both relieved that the other felt the same and we weren’t losing our minds, but at a loss with how to deal with it.
One day, I was chatting to some of the old regulars who had been drinking there for the past twenty years and knew all the previous landlords and scandal. I told one about being chased down the corridor, and he laughed:
“That’s probably Bandit!”
And told me that the longest serving landlord had kept a huge Alsatian, which slept at the top of the cellar stairs. It was very aggressive and everyone was scared to go behind the bar because it would bare its teeth and threaten them.
It was then that I knew what pursued along the corridor every night and was still defending the bar, decades after its death!
Submitted to Weird Darkness and My Haunted Life Too by Eleanor
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