Every day, a golden retriever sat motionless beside a storm drain, staring into the darkness. He barked occasionally, whined softly, and refused to leave. I had just moved into the neighborhood and couldn’t help but feel unsettled by his behavior.
One day, while walking home with a bag of steaks, I stopped and offered the dog a bone. But instead of eating it, he picked it up and gently placed it through the bars of the storm drain.
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Curiosity took over. I knelt to look inside, assuming maybe a puppy had fallen in. But what I saw made my blood run cold.
Eyes. Human-like. Watching me from the shadows below. I gasped so loudly it startled the dog. Whatever was down there… wasn’t an animal.
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The golden retriever hadn’t been guarding the drain.
He had been feeding something inside it.
And now… it knew I was there.
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