Every time Henry stepped into the old house, he noticed the dog’s strange behaviour. It always stood near the entrance, staring intently at a partly concealed corner of the living room. At first, Henry brushed it off as just another odd quirk of the dog.
However, the longer Henry spent in the house, the more the dog’s behaviour started to bother him. It wasn’t just that the dog kept staring—it was the way it stared, with a focus that seemed almost unnatural, like it was guarding a hidden secret.
The dog’s eyes seemed to glow faintly in the dim light, reflecting the shadows that clung to the room like a heavy shroud. The longer Henry watched, the more he felt a deep unease settling over him, growing with each visit.