Henry never would have taken on the task of looking after his neighbour’s dog if he had known the unsettling discoveries that awaited him in that eerie house. Reflecting on those moments now sends a shiver down his spine, each memory conjuring a mix of dread and unease.
Henry had always found his neighbour, Mr. Carlton, a bit unsettling. The man lived alone in a run-down house at the end of the street, a place that seemed to reflect his own loneliness and odd habits.