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The silence of the night was broken by a faint murmur, a guttural sound creeping through the shadows of the forest.
At first, we thought it was the old family dog, tied up in the backyard. But something in its gaze chilled our blood.
The animal was staring at us, his eyes glowing with an unnatural intelligence. When our gazes met, he seemed to realise his mistake.
He yawned exaggeratedly and barked in mock fury, but he couldn't fool us. Behind those tired eyes, something else inhabited that canine body.
We rushed into the house, closing doors and windows tightly. But sleep did not come that night.
From my room, I could hear the dog's growls, mixed with incomprehensible mutterings, words I couldn't decipher.
The next morning, my mother went to untie him, but the dog had disappeared. The rope was intact and there was no sign of a struggle, just a trail of footprints leading deep into the forest.
Since then, no one at home has dared to talk about what happened. But on the quietest nights, I swear I hear a whisper in the trees, a sinister call that chills the blood.
What dark being inhabited the body of our old dog? What secrets did the forest hold that lured him into its depths?
These questions remain unanswered, haunting our minds with the uncertainty of the unknown.