Do events caused by ordinary night-prowling Hellhounds count as "weird?" I can definitely imagine a few "disturbing sights" and "paranormal experiences" caused by something as mundane as a hellhound stalking you. They're quiet, agile, and very fast, and since they're black, all you see is a pair of mysterious flames that might be anything, car lights, street lamps, a guy with a lantern etc.
>be late outside
>you think somebody's watching you
>turn around, you don't see anything at all
>chalk it up to nervousness, accelerate your pace just in case
>the hellhound gets closer to you, you subconsciously register her aggressive mating pheromones but can't identify them
>your anxiety and feeling of being watched intensifies
>you panic and run, whipped by subliminal fear
>your peripherial vision registers two bright orange dots fly past you in the trees/house lines
>lucky for you, you manage to get home right before the Hellhound grabs you
>as you close the door, you think you can hear a soft thud on the other side of the door
>you're afraid to look on the other side, so you hesitate as you stand in front of the door
>eventually you overcome your worry and take a look through the peephole
>due to the crappy lighting outside you can't say if you saw anything, but you could swear you've heard heavy breathing from the other side
>meanwhile, through the eyes of the hellhound
>you take a night walk when you see Him
>your perfect husband to be!
>your instinct kick in, you make yourself as quiet as possible as you slowly get closer to him
>he's getting nervous, starts looking around
>you hush down, afraid he's noticed you
>he resumes walking, quickening his pace
>you keep gaining on him as you feel him slowly getting anxious
>alright, time for the finishing move
>you round the corners as he breaks into a run, planning to pop up ahead of him, surprising him
>luck's clearly not on your side as he escapes right before you could grab him
>you land in front of his door right as he closes it, your paw-pads softening the impact and reducing the noise from the landing
>you stand in front of the door, breathing heavily in frustration
>you're like 7.5 feet tall so your signature orange flames are well above the peephole