Dogs have better instincts

Recently I adopted a small puppy. Long and cold nights of wiring can get extremely grim when you are alone. At first, she was the perfect company, she simply walked around my legs as I wrote and even slept on my lap. I could also talk to her about my future ideas. It might sound weird at first, but for me, it is easier to organize that way. But now she is more like a distraction, she needs my attention almost all the time, and it is impossible to make her sleep. She is very active and loves to jump all around the house.

There was this night, we were both in the living room, for some reason that is her favorite place to sleep. For me, it was the best place for her to sleep, since the living room was close to the kitchen and the bathroom. I was waiting for her to sleep and then move her to the kitchen. I chose that place for her to sleep so that she wouldn’t use my bed as a hair deposit.

To kill time, I was watching a series on Netflix. It was already 2 am, and she was just starting to get tired. I had lost the notion of time since I was so invested in the show. Suddenly, she awoke and immediately started barking and crying like she never had. My concern quickly transformed into annoyance, I was sure it was nothing, but still, I was told dogs have a better instinct than humans. She was barking at the entrance door, next to it there was a window that aimed at the street. I picked her up and walked her around the house, showing her that there was nothing wrong at home. Kind of like a mother calming her child.

Finally, we came back to the entrance and I looked out the window. Were those boxes there before?

“Doesn’t matter? It’s not the first time some teens put their trash on my door.” I said to myself as we went back to the living room. I placed her on her favorite pillow and went back to sit. I stayed petting her for a while until she finally fell asleep. Without any cries. I took her to the kitchen, and she stayed completely still.

I decided to go back to my room to also sleep. But I didn’t find my phone. I clearly remembered I left it on the sofa when my puppy started barking. I looked in between the pillows, under the sofa, even in other rooms. Eventually I went to my room and there it was, laying face down on my bed. I didn’t remember the moment I left there, but it was probably when I was walking my dog around.

I took it to finish the episode I was on and then go to sleep, but I noticed that the camera app was open. I took a look at the gallery and I felt goosebumps running down my spine. There were pictures of my back, as I was walking my dog around. I live alone.

I started to look at the images faster and faster, looking at the pictures in the kitchen and the living room. Every second I became more anxious and terrified. Until I saw a different picture. A deformed being, completely wasted, white like snow, with his arms and legs longer than any regular human, extremely skinny and, his eyes dark as the night sky. My eyes widened as I saw the last image in the gallery. It was a video of that man, that being, entering the closet next to my bed. Then I started to hear the noise of my clothing moving inside the closet, a weird moan that sounded like noises from hell, and my puppy barking and scratching at the door desperately .